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Sneak Peek
Summary: You are too eager to open your presents, so you figure one peek won't hurt. The Avengers know just the right way to playfully punish you.
Note: Merry Christmas to those who celebrate! I hope you guys have been able to spend quality time with family and friends! I hope you enjoy this fic!
Word Count: 1644
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You were living at the Avengers compound with many of the Avengers, including the Widow sisters, Steve, Peter, Wanda, Kate and many others. This was your second time celebrating Christmas with them, so you were more used to the traditions.
Bright and early in the morning, you guys would open presents and then eat a nice big breakfast. Each year they would rotate who would cook. This year, it was you, Peter and Wanda. However, you were looking forward most to opening presents. You were so eager that you couldn’t wait for morning.
You snuck downstairs quietly, making sure to not make any noise to not get caught. You tiptoed towards the tree, using your phone flashlight to look for the gifts that had your name on it. You grabbed a box that had your name on it, being careful to not let the wrapping paper make too much noise.
You had succeeded in making a pile of your gifts and were ready to start peeking. However, you were so focused on being quiet that you didn’t notice Fanny and Lucky coming up behind you. The two dogs were so interested in the tree and presents and came up next to you. Fanny licked your face, as Lucky nuzzled into your neck.
You let out a yelp of surprise, gently pushing the dogs away.
“Fanny! Lucky! What are you guys doing?” You whispered, knowing the dogs would not answer.
The dogs panted and started sniffing the boxes around you.
“Don’t open those!” You said, trying to move them away from the dogs. However, you got frazzled and let a few boxes topple, causing a loud noise.
You panicked and wondered about what to do next. You could either stay and tell them the truth, stay and blame it on the dogs, or run and hide in your bedroom.
You decided to stay and blame it on the dogs.
“I owe you one,” you whispered to the dogs, as they continued to smile.
“Y/N, what on earth is going on?” Natasha asked, walking out and looking half asleep.
“The dogs were trying to open the presents, so I came down to try and stop them before it was too late,” you explained, hoping that your lie would work.
Natasha eyed you suspiciously, knowing that the dogs were asleep before they went to bed.
“How did you know they were opening the presents?” Natasha asked you.
“Umm, I just heard them,” you insisted stubbornly.
“You know we have security cameras around the compound, right?” Natasha said, now smirking.
“Don’t check them!” You blurted out
“What is all this racket?” Yelena said, coming out of their bedroom, her accent strong as she had just woken up.
“I caught Y/N lying and trying to peek at her presents,” Natasha said, as you shook your head and tried to retell your lie to Yelena.
“It was your crazy dog!” You insisted, scooting away from the two sisters.
“Let’s just see, shall we?” Natasha said, reviewing the security camera footage with Yelena.
Just as the footage ended, you made a run for your room.
“Get back here, Y/N!” The two sisters called after you.
“Never!” You shouted, giggling because you knew you were busted.
You closed the door quickly to your room, only to have it opened a second later.
“No! Leave!” You said through giggles, as you backed up against the headboard of your bed.
“You’re in so much trouble, little one,” Yelena said, as the two sisters pounced on you and pinned you to the bed.
“Nohohoho! Lehehet me gohohoho,” you giggled hysterically.
“We’re not even tickling you yet,” Natasha said with a grin.
“Buhuhut I knohohow you wihill,” you giggled, shrieking as Natasha began drilling into your ribs.
“GAAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAP,” you screamed, unable to squirm much underneath them.
“I can’t stop because I have to tickle little girls who lie all the time,” Natasha said, listening to the sweet sound of your giggles.
“Me too,” Yelena said, now tickling your feet and joining in.
“NOHOHO IHIHIT’S TOHOO MUHUHUCH,” you cried, feeling tears welling up in your eyes.
“Awww what are you, a little baby?” Natasha teased, worming her hands into your armpits.
You wheezed with laughter, tapping the bed to signal that you surrendered.
The two girls let you have a break, knowing that you were too ticklish to handle them for a long time all at once.
“So, are you going to tell the truth?” Yelena asked, giving your knee a squeeze.
“No!” You yelped, trying to pull your leg away.
“Liars get tickled~” Yelena said, switching spots with Natasha and squeezing your sides rapidly.
“AHAHAHAHAHAA NOHOHO MOHOHORE,” you squealed, arching your back to no avail.
“Admit it,” Yelena said, grinning down at you.
“OHOHOKAY FIHIHINE IHIHI WAHAHAS SNOOHOHOOPING,” you shouted, laughing until you were pink.
“That’s what I thought,” Yelena said, poking your tummy.
“You guys are so rude,” you pouted.
“Aww c’mon don’t act like you don’t love to be tickled,” Natasha teased, as you blushed and didn’t answer.
“It’s late, Y/N, you need to go to sleep,” Yelena scolded playfully.
“It’s a little too late for that,” Natasha said, as the sun started to rise.
“Well, guess you’ll get to open those presents after all,” Yelena said.
“So you tickled me for nothing?” You asked in disbelief.
“Oh don’t worry, we had a blast,” Natasha said, as you rolled your eyes playfully.
The three of you headed downstairs to open presents. You eagerly greeted the others downstairs, excited to open presents. You all sat in a circle and took turns opening your gifts. You received some new clothes, a book of your favorite series, a new journal, and some colored pens.
“Alright, let’s get that breakfast going,” Wanda said, in charge of the two kids helping her.
“Do we have to,” you and Peter both whined, wanting to play with and use your new gifts.
“I know you guys want to play that new video game Peter got, but this year it’s our turn to cook,” Wanda said.
“I refuse,” you said cheekily, as Wanda raised an eyebrow at you.
“Is that so?” She asked.
You nodded your head nervously, as Wanda pinned you with her powers immediately.
“No please! I’ve already been tickled,” you pleaded, knowing that this time would be even worse.
“You can never have too many tickles,” Wanda said, squeezing your hips.
“HAHHAHAHAHAAHA,” you laughed, unable to hold it in.
“You know there’s no escaping this, Y/N,” Wanda said, using her nails to tickle under your chin, making you squeal with laughter.
“Wow, you’re ticklish everywhere,” Wanda teased, as you shook your head in denial.
“STAHAHAHAHAP,” you cried, as Wanda tickled away at your stomach.
“PEHEHETER IHIHISNT HEHEHELPING EITHER!” You cried, trying to avert their attention.
“Hmm, you’re right,” Wanda said, pinning the young boy next to you.
“Steve? Wanna help?” Wanda asked.
“You don’t have to ask me twice,” Steve said, switching positions with Wanda. The witch was now by Peter, pinning his arms above his head and tickling his armpits.
“NOHOHOHOT THEHEHERE,” he cried, knowing that his armpits were his worst spot.
“You’re just as much of a troublemaker as Y/N,” Wanda teased, as the poor boy was crying with laughter.
Steve came over to you, giving you a smirk.
“Well well well, what do we have here, Y/N? You just can’t stop causing trouble huh?” Steve asked, going towards your feet.
You groaned in anticipation, curling up your toes to protect them.
“Just get it over with,” you whined.
Steve decided to mess with you, going for a spot you weren’t expecting. He started to tickle your shins and over the tops of your feet, making you jerk out of surprise.
“GAH NO WHY AHAHAA,” you laughed, jumping from the sensation.
“Gotta continue the storyline of you being ticklish everywhere,” Steve said, now scratching behind the back of your knee.
“STAHAHAHAP THAHAHAT TIHIHICKLES,” you shouted.
“That’s the point,” Steve said with a grin.
“Now are you and Peter gonna help with the cooking?” Steve asked, continuing to torment your lower body.
You looked over at Peter, as he had given in after a bit of tickling from Wanda. She was the ultimate ler, but you were also the most stubborn girl on earth, so you were not going to give in.
“Maybe Peter will help, but I won’t,” you said stubbornly, sticking your tongue out at Steve.
“Guess we gotta go for the kill, huh?” Wanda said, as Steve sat on your hips and Wanda sat above your hands.
“OH GOD NO! WAIT! I’LL HELP!” You quickly gave in.
“Hmm, I think we have to make sure,” Wanda said, as she used her magic to tickle all over your neck and started raking her nails rapidly in your bare armpits. Meanwhile, Steve began to wiggle his finger in your belly button, making you shriek with laughter.
“OHOHO MY GOHOHOD STAHAHAP IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES SO BAHAHAD!” You screamed.
“Yeah? Then we must be doing our job right,” Steve teased, as your face turned bright red from the laughter and embarrassment.
“IHIHI CAHAHAHANT! HEHEHELP IHIHI GIHIHIVE,” you cried, panting as they finally let you up.
“That’s what you get for being a brat,” they all said, making you feel greatly outnumbered.
“I am not a brat,” you insisted.
“We know you love being tickled, so the brat role fits you well,” Yelena chimed in, ruffling your hair.
You pouted and would never admit it, but you also knew you couldn’t take anymore tickles, so you decided to go help cook.
That Christmas was one of your favorites since it was the first time you helped cook the traditional breakfast. You looked forward to spending more time with them as the years went on, which also conveniently came with something you loved. Tickles.
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Can't Wake a Sleeping Beast
Word count: 3,800
Pairing: Various (Tony, Steve, Bruce, Thor, Clint, Nat, Bucky, Loki) x female reader (all platonic, although Loki has a crush on you because I CAN'T HELP MYSELF DAMNIT 😂😂)
Warnings: None I can think of - mild swearing maybe?
So normally I don't write for this many characters, but I wrote a slightly modified version of this prompt requesting a fic with the six original Avengers, Bucky, and Loki trying to wake a sleeping reader. I don't specify below that the reader is the youngest of the team, but you are welcome to assume so as you read! 😊
(Also - there's no good casual gifs of the entire team, so... please accept this gif from the trip to the shwarma place at the end of Avengers 😂)
"Are you ready for the most exciting sporting event in history?!"
You plunked yourself down on the sofa beside Loki, grinning enthusiastically. Your upbeat tone was a stark contrast to your eyes, however. With puffy, darkened circles under your eyelids and a tinge of redness to the once white-colored outer edges of your eyes, it was obvious you were absolutely exhausted.
"Agent... how much sleep did you get last night?" Loki asked knowingly. You scowled at his chastising.
"I got plenty of sleep. I'm fine."
"Really? Because your eyes are telling me otherwise."
"Hey!" You folded your arms indignantly across your chest.
"I know you're not from Earth and all, but that's no way to speak to a lady," Steve chimed in as he and Bucky entered the common room, both taking a seat on an empty sofa. Loki rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"I simply mean to say that you appear to be very tired. And I know you have a tendency to overwork yourself into the young hours of the morning."
Your cheeks blossomed with color as your hardened expression faltered. "I went to bed plenty early enough, thank you very much. Plus, I slept in this morning."
"Oh? And what time did you awaken, then?"
"8AM."
"And what time did you go to sleep?"
You hesitated, taking a moment to think. "4AM."
Tony had just walked in at that moment, snorting in amusement. "Wow. That's even later than I went to bed. And that's saying something."
"You're not helping," you muttered, narrowing your eyes at the billionaire. "Anyway... can we please stop harping on my sleeping habits and get ready to watch the first game?"
"Are you certain you'll even be capable of staying awake?" Loki chided.
"For the World Cup? Absolutely. I wouldn't miss this for anything."
"Ten bucks says she falls asleep by halftime," Tony goaded, smirking at you from his armchair across the room. You scoffed, refusing to offer him a verbal response.
"Agent - you are well aware that once you fall asleep, it is nearly impossible to awaken you?" Loki teased.
"I will not fall asleep!"
Loki snickered. "Whatever you say."
You had been ranting about the upcoming World Cup for months now. Most sports were rather boring to you, but soccer games always had you on your feet cheering for your favorite team. Your enjoyment of the sport had rubbed off on your teammates - even Loki found himself interested in watching the games, finding it amusing how little protective gear these Midgardians would wear despite how violent the game could get.
And, perhaps, part of him just enjoyed the sport because you enjoyed it.
As the first game was beginning, Thor burst into the common room with a frantic expression on his face.
"Have I missed the coin toss?!" he fretted.
"Nah, you're just in time, big guy," Steve assured, chuckling as Thor's face melted with relief.
"Where are the others?" he queried as he took the seat on the opposite side of you on the sofa.
"Oh, they'll be in and out I'm sure," Tony responded flippantly.
"Bruce and Clint don't appreciate soccer as much as we do," you griped. "And Nat had a couple errands to run before she could join us."
"Agent!" Thor's attention suddenly turned to you, his brows furrowed with worry. "You appear to be exhausted! Are you alright?"
"Ah-ah - don't mention how tired she looks," Tony warned, whispering loudly enough for you to hear. "She gets grumpy when you talk about it."
"Alright, I'm ignoring all of you." You crossed your arms once again, leaning back against the sofa.
The first game finally began, and the room fell silent as everyone watched the initial kickoff intently. Intermittently, there would be a chorus of shouting as the favored team got close to the opponent's goal. Notably, you suddenly stopped joining in on the hollering about halfway through the first half. Loki hadn't expected you to fall asleep that quickly, but he didn't dare look at you to find out, for fear you'd become sour again.
And then your head suddenly slumped over onto Loki's shoulder.
"Are you awake, darling?" he whispered, turning his head to look down at your face. Your eyes were shut, your breathing slow and steady with a slight raspy snoring undertone. The sight was simply adorable.
"You weren't kidding about her being tired," Bucky observed at the end of the half, gazing at you incredulously as you snored away against Loki's shoulder. Tony clapped his hands together excitedly.
"Where's my ten bucks? I called it!"
"Shh! You'll wake the young maiden, Stark!" Thor scolded in a hushed tone. Loki laughed at that, earning a glare from his brother. "Do you not care that she is clearly exhausted?"
"No, no it isn't that. I just find it amusing that you believe a simple clapping noise would be enough to wake her," Loki chuckled. "The girl sleeps like the dead. It's near impossible to wake her."
"And how would you know that?" Steve asked warily. Loki felt an involuntary wave of heat rush to his face at the implication.
"I've come across her napping in the common areas of the tower before. Believe me - it's very difficult to wake her."
It was true - Loki tended to wander the tower at late hours of the evening, much later than any of the others. On numerous occasions, he'd found you sleeping on the sofa, or napping with your forehead pressed against your forearms at the kitchen table, having attempted to stay up too late to watch a film or get some work done and passed out before you could drag yourself to bed.
At first, he'd simply let you be. What should it matter to him where you slept? Clearly you managed to get yourself to bed eventually, as you were never in the same spot the following morning. Perhaps you enjoyed napping for a bit before heading off to bed for the evening?
Then Loki began to realize that the nights he discovered you sleeping outside of your bedroom were the nights you'd overworked yourself. Hours upon hours in the training room... pouring over blueprints and maps in preparation for a mission... even just completing your paperwork sometimes took precedence over sleep in your list of priorities. So he began to try to wake you whenever he found you sleeping in a position that appeared uncomfortable.
The problem was - nothing would get you to wake up.
It was clear you were still living - you were always breathing (often snoring, in fact) so Loki didn't fear something terrible had happened to you. But nothing he attempted could ever get you to awaken. Eventually, he'd simply taken to just scooping you up in his arms and carrying you to your room to put you to bed.
He imagined you must become confused those mornings that followed, finding yourself tucked into your own sheets despite never having brought yourself there in the first place. So, eventually, he told you the truth. Since then, it'd become a sort of joke between the pair of you - Loki teased you for sleeping like a corpse, and you teased him right back for having so much concern over where you slept. It was enough to make him feel confident that you didn't mind him looking after you on those nights.
"She will surely injure her neck if she sleeps like that for long," Thor worried, observing the way your head was tilted awkwardly to the side.
"Yes... I suppose you're right." Carefully, Loki reached around your back to grasp your shoulders, gently guiding you to lie down properly with your head resting on his leg. Thor followed suit, scooping your legs up off the floor to rest them across his own lap.
"There, now. She must be much more comfortable," Thor declared happily, patting your knee affectionately. Loki hummed in agreement.
You remained asleep through the entire second half of that first game. With a bit of a break between games, the boys began to discuss your exhaustion once again.
"She's probably gonna be really upset that she missed the first game..." Bucky pondered aloud. "We let her sleep for an hour, do you think we should try to wake her up now?"
"Good luck with that, Barnes," Loki snickered. "I'm telling you - nothing will awaken the sleeping beast."
"I don't believe it." Bucky rose to his feet, pacing over to the sofa you were resting on. Loki gazed up at him expectantly, motioning for him to try. He placed a hand on your shoulder and shook you gently for a moment. You didn't even stir.
"Honestly - is that the best you can do?" Loki taunted with a haughty laugh.
"I wanted to go easy on her." He grasped your arm with his metal hand and shook you harder, causing your head to jostle around against Loki's leg a bit.
Nothing.
"Hang on, let me try," Tony interjected, wandering over to stand beside Bucky. He knelt down in front of you, holding his hands up in front of your face before suddenly clapping them together loudly in rapid succession. "HEY! WAKE UP! GAME'S GONNA START SOON!"
Not even a flinch.
"Wow. You weren't kidding, Ice Age." Loki scowled at Tony's nickname.
"Ah, I have a thought," Thor announced with a sly grin, gaining everyone's attention. He grabbed hold of one of your ankles in his lap and swiped a finger down the sole of your socked foot. Your toes curled in response, egging him on to start scratching with all five fingers up and down your sole.
Loki watched your face intently. Your brow furrowed, a slight smile tugging at the corner of your mouth in the most adorable way. Still, your eyes remained shut, chest rising and falling rhythmically with your steady breaths.
"You might be on to something, Thor," Bucky noted as Thor relented in his attempt. He brought his fingers to your neck and fluttered them along the skin where your shoulder met your collarbone. Your shoulder shrugged up reflexively, and Bucky pulled his hand away to watch you expectantly, assuming you were waking.
Then, you turned over onto your other side, letting out a deep breathy sigh. Still asleep.
"What are you guys doing?"
The group collectively glanced up toward the sound of Nat's voice in the doorway, finding her standing with her hands on her hips accusingly. Beside her stood Clint - looking less than enthused to be watching the game; as well as Bruce - looking quite enthused about being there with Nat.
"Don't worry, Romanoff - she's been sleeping for over an hour. We just don't want her to miss all the games today," Steve assured.
"Alright. I'll allow it." She wandered into the room, standing over your sleeping form while Clint and Bruce found seats. "Hmm..." Glancing around, she suddenly walked over to Tony's seat, reaching over to the side table and plucking an ice cube from his drink.
"Hey! Do you make it a habit of taking things that aren't yours?" Tony griped. Nat merely grinned, carrying the ice cube over and dropping it down the back of your shirt.
"Oh, that's gotta work," Steve declared, watching intently to see if you'd wake.
The sudden chill of the ice certainly wasn't welcome, as evidenced by the grimace that formed on your face. Still, you didn't open your eyes even once, only shifting a bit in your sleep.
"Alright, clearly that didn't work," Loki muttered, sliding his hand down your back to guide the ice cube out from under your shirt and chucking it in Nat's direction. She shrugged, unfazed.
"Hey, I tried."
"I suggest we reserve further attempts for halftime," Thor announced. "The next game is beginning!"
Loki was genuinely torn as you continued to snore away with your head resting comfortably in his lap. He knew very well that you needed the rest, despite the fact you'd never admit it. And you looked simply adorable as you slept, which didn't help matters. But he also knew how angry you'd be with yourself if you awoke later that evening to find you'd missed the entire first day of the tournament.
Yes, perhaps at halftime they could try to wake you once again. For now, he decided to let you sleep a little longer, absently twirling strands of your hair around his fingers. A happy sigh puffed out of your nose, making his heart swell.
When the first half of the game had finished, the attention of the group turned from the television to your sleeping form once again.
"How long has she been sleeping like that?" Clint whispered.
"Don't worry about keeping your voice down - she's slept like a log since partway through the first half of the first game," Bucky explained with an incredulous laugh. "Thor, Tony and I tried to wake her up before you guys walked in."
"And she hasn't even moved?" Bruce asked.
"Not really. Thor tickled her foot and that seemed to sort of work, so I tickled her neck, and still nothing."
"Maybe you haven't found her tickle spot," Clint suggested. Nat glanced at him with raised brows. "What? It's what I call it with the kids."
"That's pretty darn adorable," she hummed affectionately. Clint's cheeks turned slightly red.
"A-anyway... here, let an expert give it a shot." He meandered over to your sofa, gazing down at you in thought. "Lila nearly wets herself laughing when I get her here..." He gently lifted your arm so he could slot his fingers into your armpit, wriggling his fingertips deep into the hollow space. A huffy breath escaped your nose as your brows knit together once again, a full-fledged smile now growing on your face. Astonishingly, you remained undeniably asleep.
"I don't think it's working," Thor stated, watching your face with a fondness in his eyes. Clint groaned disappointedly, removing his hand from under your arm.
"Damn. That always gets the kids to wake up when they're being a pain."
"Let me try, then," Nat suggested, approaching from behind Clint and giving him a teasing poke in the side. He yelped and twisted, glaring at the assassin as he returned to his own seat. Nat brought both hands down on your stomach, clawing at the soft skin through your T-shirt. The ticklish smile returned to your face, but still you did not wake. It didn't matter whether she attempted a firm scratching or a light tracing motion, you were simply too sound asleep.
"Ok, obviously she's only ticklish when she's awake," Steve observed jokingly. "What else haven't we tried? We're running out of halftime."
"Oh, oh, hang on-" Tony swiped Nat's glass of water from the table in front of her, clearly feeling he needed revenge for her theft of his ice cube. Loki gave him a fierce look as he approached you with the water glass.
"I certainly hope you aren't planning to pour that on her," he stated warningly, shooting daggers at Tony with his eyes. He shrunk back just slightly under Loki's gaze.
"No, of course not... who would do something that cruel?" He dipped his fingers into the glass of water (earning an annoyed shout from its owner) and then flicked the water at your forehead. A few cold droplets stuck to the bridge of your nose, again making you grimace slightly in your sleep. Tony sighed. "Alright, can I dump it on her now?"
"Not unless you'd like my boot up your-"
"Alright! Alright, I get it, Jack Frost!" Tony rolled his eyes, placing the glass down on the table where he'd found it before returning to your side. "Ok, kid - how about this?" His fingers dug into your ribs, kneading between the bones. It was clearly tickling you quite a bit, as your eyes and nose scrunched up in the most adorable way. And yet - you stubborn thing - you still remained asleep. Tony threw his hands up in the air in frustration after a few moments, stomping back to his seat. "I thought I had her there!"
"I'm afraid we must abandon our efforts once again - the second half is starting!" Thor announced excitedly.
"No, she's gonna be pretty mad if she wakes up to find she missed two full games," Steve groaned. "Let me try."
"Please do it quickly, soldier - I must see who wins this game!" Thor insisted. Steve paced over to the sofa where you lay, wasting no time in digging into your ribs as he'd seen Tony attempt. He squeezed your side with his other hand, clearly hoping two spots would be more effective than one.
You adorable creature - you buried your face in Loki's stomach, hiding the huge grin that had taken shape on your face. Surely you must be awake now, he assumed.
And yet, when Steve relented in his attack, your breathing returned right back to the rhythmic, steady rise and fall of deep sleep.
"Alright! I give up!" Steve declared with a laugh. "She can't complain when she wakes up - every one of us has tried."
"Bruce hasn't," Tony reminded him.
"Me?!" Bruce appeared frazzled at the suggestion. "But if you guys haven't been able to, what makes you think I could wake her up?"
"Worth a shot at least," Bucky concurred. "Any genius ideas in that big brain of yours, Banner?"
"Well, I... You guys haven't tried pinching her yet?"
Bruce withered a bit under Loki's angry glare at the suggestion.
"Relax! I wouldn't hurt her!" he assured quickly, "Physicians do it to assess neurologic function."
He rose to his feet as Loki's glare softened a bit. If it worked, at least you'd get to watch the remainder of the game. But he'd be damned if Banner would actually hurt you in any way. His eyes never left Bruce's as he knelt down beside you, taking your hand in his and pulling a pen from his pocket.
"See, this doesn't hurt that badly," he assured, pinching one of your fingers between the pen and his own thumb, careful not to apply enough pressure to earn the wrath of the god watching over you. No matter how hard he pressed, you didn't even flinch. You tenacious little thing.
Bruce slipped the pen back in his shirt pocket when he recognized it wasn't going to work.
"Uh... well, that wasn't helpful," he chuckled nervously. "Have you tried behind the knees?" He reached over and scratched at the back of your knee gently. You sleepily bent your knees to block out his access to the sensitive spot, that little smile tugging at your lips once again.
"I must request that we cease this until the game has finished," Thor insisted. "Clearly, the young agent requires additional sleep."
"You just want them to stop interrupting the game," Loki accused.
"I... yes, that would also be nice, thank you."
In a way, Loki was quite impressed that you'd managed to remain asleep throughout all of this. Even he, the God of Mischief, couldn't come up with another method to try to wake you that wasn't too cruel for him to care to attempt.
He decided to keep trying to wake you while the others watched the second half. He wasn't all too interested in the game anyhow, and Thor couldn't complain that he was interrupting his viewing time.
Loki was sure that he could wake you if he could just find the the spot that you were simply too ticklish to sleep through. While awake, you were devastatingly ticklish - barely a solitary squeeze to the side and you'd be giggling like mad. How your mind was able to block out the ticklish sensations only whilst you slept was beyond him.
He scratched his fingers along your belly just above your waistline as he began his mission to locate your weak spot. His fingertips traveled gently up the side of your stomach, around your side, down to squeeze at your hipbone for a moment. Your ribs, he knew, would have you howling with laughter if you were awake, and yet no matter how meticulously he searched along each rib for a trigger spot to wake you, you simply buried your face deeper into his stomach in your sleep. Loki had to abandon that spot, mostly because you'd begun to tickle him with your gentle breathy laughter against his thin shirt overlaying his belly. You infuriating little creature.
Tickling fingers traveled up to your neck, flitting lightly against the soft, silky skin. Curiously, he fluttered his fingers under your chin, chuckling fondly under his breath as you ducked your head and let out a breath of a laugh - still in your sleep, of course. Perhaps your back would do it?
Before shifting to try there, he scratched ever so gently just below your jawline, selfishly enjoying the adorable smile it brought to your face. His fingertips grazed along the thin skin just behind your ear unintentionally.
Suddenly, you squeaked.
It was barely audible over the noise of the game and the cheering of the others in the room, but it was undeniable - you had squeaked. A sly grin spread across Loki's face as he averted his full attention to that spot, ghosting his fingertips around and behind your ear. Your face scrunched up into a huge smile, then slowly, your eyes cracked open.
"What..."
"Ah, she awakens at last." Loki caught your wrist before you could block his tickling fingers with your hand, continuing to flit the fingertips of his free hand around the hypersensitive shell of your ear. Rapid, squeaky giggles bubbled from your mouth as you tried shrugging your shoulder up to block him.
"Hehey!! You wahanted me to slee-heep, and then yohou tickle mehe??" you whined sleepily.
"Darling, you've been asleep for nearly two hours," Loki informed you, pausing his torment as your mouth dropped open.
"Two hours?? But then I... I missed two games??"
"A game and a half, actually," Bucky called from his seat. The room had now realized you were awake. "But the end of this one has been a nail-biter!"
Scowling, you shifted to sit up so you could watch the television. Loki couldn't hold back from pinching your side once, drawing your attention just long enough for him to say I told you so. You returned the favor by poking him in the stomach, earning a jolt and a glare from the god that he didn't truly mean.
With the added rest, you returned right back to your usual ways. You were on your feet with every goal, screaming at the referee on the screen for every penalty as though he could hear you, cheering when the opposing team missed a score. You were rambunctious, loud, and vicious. All traits Loki had come to love about you.
But if there was one thing he'd learned today, it was this:
Even someone as fierce as yourself had a weakness.
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So, you got Detention
@berrys-hide-out Hey Berry, I hope reading this cheers you up a little, hope you like it <3. @cantsaythetword I didn't forget to tag you, here you go :)
Summary: Getting detention sucks. Getting detention for something you haven't done sucks even more. Getting detention and getting scolded through a Captain America PSA for something you haven't done and going home to have said man looking at you disappointedly is the bad-tasting cheery on top that Peter didn't need on this absolute disaster of a Monday. At least he gets the satisfaction of telling the rest of the team about Cap's PSAs. That's going to be fun.
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"Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, never gonna run around and desert you," sings Peter softly before his face turns into a grimace. "I'm never getting this song out of my head now. Thanks for that, Ned," mutters the teen without any bite, stepping out of the subway station. Despite Rick Astley uninvitedly declaring his love inside Peter's head, his lip twitched upwards for the first time today. He was glad to be finally heading to the Avengers Tower. Peter was ready to lock himself into the lab with Mr. Stark and ask the man what they would work on today. Him needing to bring distance between himself and the rest of the world doesn't come off as much of a surprise, taking into account that today had sucked until now. Immensely. At least in Mr. Stark's lab, nothing could get on his nerves, breaking the continuation of a bleak day.
It began with oversleeping.
The shrill sound of the alarm had cruelly torn Peter out of a dreamless slumber, and with a soft moan, the still sleep-drunk teen had aimlessly patted for the clock to end the obnoxious sound. As soon as silence had fallen over the bedroom, Peter's eyelids dropped, and although telling himself that it would just be five more minutes of lying down, he promptly fell asleep again. If Spiderman had stuck to his curfew and not exploited his aunt working overtime, there might be a chance getting to school late could have been avoided. When Peter woke the second time, tiredly checking his mobile phone, he sprung up in shock as he caught the time. Twenty minutes before the bell would ring. With no time for breakfast, he had washed up as quickly as he could, shoved the next best sweater and jeans he could find into his backpack, and sprinted out of the apartment. Peter usually avoided swinging to school, but drastic times called for drastic measures. He just hoped there wouldn't be any posts or articles of people wondering what Spiderman was doing, swinging this early in the morning cause that always prompted a rather unwelcome interview with Mr. Stark, or worse, Aunt May.
In his hurry to get to school on time, the boy had packed the wrong folder, thus having to scribble the history homework onto a paper two minutes before classes started. MJ had caught him sitting on the floor before the classroom, rushing to copy Ned's answers as if his life depended on it. She had pulled up an eyebrow before rolling her eyes. The girl didn't have to say anything for Peter's ears to grow red, embarrassed to look this unprepared in front of their decathlon team captain. Classes were relatively uneventful. Well, apart from the Spanish vocabulary test that Peter might have forgotten. Luckily, he could answer everything, although the boy was sure he spelled at least two words wrong. At lunch, Peter had felt the aftereffect of not eating breakfast as his stomach was rebelling, threatening to start eating itself from the sounds of it. The teen swore he could eat at least three portions until he had seen what they served today. To clarify, Peter isn't a picky eater. At all. Living years with Aunt Mays cocking trained him into trying everything deemed edible, and the hunger did the rest. But today, out of all days, the cafeteria ladies decided to let their presumable hate for the students show in the manifestation of the most disgusting-looking meatballs the boy had ever seen.
"Are those capers?"
Ned had glanced from his fork, where a with sauce dripping green ball of something pierced on, over to Peter, who, in return, squinted down onto his plate. He pushed the greens covered in watered-down sauce with his fork around before looking at his best friend with a frown.
"Could be. But to be honest, I don't really wanna find out."
The food had tasted just as it looked, and Peter was glad he was enhanced because he was sure if that weren't the case, he would have gotten food poisoning. How Ned got the funny-tasting excuses for a meal down was still a mystery to him. Having no money to buy something else to eat and knowing that his metabolism wouldn't let him go on without eating, Peter hadn't had much of a choice other than to force the stuff down his throat.
"If I don't show up to school tomorrow, you know what has happened to me," Ned had said with a slightly pained expression as he pushed his empty plate away to put a safety distance between himself and his lunch.
"Same," agreed Peter as he stood up. He had thrown a look at the leftovers, suppressing a shudder as he collected the food tray. They quickly left the cafeteria and the traumatic lunch experience the place brought with it behind. On their way to biology class, Peter had hope that this was the point where his day would finally turn, where it would start getting better. But of course, no day at school could end without Flash strutting up to them, holding onto the need to be insufferable. Flash had been making a beeline for Peter. The intent to bump his shoulder into Peter had been painfully obvious. Flash's nearing presence had sent Peter's spider-sense off, and it took the vigilante some willpower to let the impact happen.
"What, not apologizing for blocking the hall with your stupid face, Parker?"
Not wanting the situation to escalate, Peter tried to overlook the provocation. He wasn't looking forward to a confrontation, minding his business and continuing walking away when Ned whispered. "Don't mind him. Flash probably ate one too many of those meatballs and now feels like crap." Peter was aware that his friend only meant to lighten up the mood. He couldn't help heaving a sigh when their classmate turned around with an icy glare. "What did you say about me, Fatty?"
Apparently, Neds whispering had not been as quiet as intended. Flash had snarled, hand reaching out to grab Ned's collar but grasped at nothing as Peter anticipated the action and pulled his friend out of reach. He had shoved himself between the two and tried to calm Flash down when the teen grabbed his arm roughly, pulling him closer.
"Listen, Parker, one more word from your friend and I-" The rest of his threat had gotten cut off by the booming voice of Mrs. Warren echoing through the hallway, causing the students standing near her to jump at the sound.
"Parker, Thompson! Detention!"
"Fuck you, Parker."
With a glare, Flash had let go of him and stomped away under the watchful eye of Mrs. Warren. Ned had turned wide-eyed to his friend, carefully laying his hand on Peter's arm where Flash had grabbed him.
"Are you hurt? Peter, I'm so sorry, you shouldn't get detention because of me. I'll talk to Mrs. Warren."
Peter had pulled Ned back with a tired sigh. "Don't bother, Ned. You know Mrs. Warren won't change her mind. She's not exactly my biggest fan. I'll message Mr. Stark that I'm going to be late."
Ned was quick to protest. " But you did nothing wrong! Dude, that's just not fair!"
"It's alright, Ned. It's only detention. It won't be too bad."
By the time Peter finally got to step out of the building, he felt the urge to shake his head at his naivety. Detention had been downright awful. The second the supervising teacher had rolled in the antic tube television, Peter had an odd foreboding of what would come. The old device had flickered to life, and the speaker began playing with a static noise that made Peter wince inwardly. Peter swears he could see Mr. Stark before his inner getting an aneurysm at the sight and sound of their school equipment. Peter had ignored the burning pair of eyes trying to bore into the back of his head, courtesy of Flash, the latter trying to get his attention by calling him names but got told off by their teacher quickly. Peter had also noticed the lack of MJ, who chose today out of all days, not bothering to sketch someone's questioning of their life choices, and maybe detention would have been a tiny bit less terrible with her in the classroom. His eyes had flipped back to the TV, where a star-spangled, all too familiar-looking man sat down on a chair and began talking.
"So, your body is changing. Believe me. I know how that feels."
Peter had sunk deeper into his chair with a groan, the need to bid his lunch goodbye stronger than ever. Sixty painful minutes of unwanted advice from America's most popular and still living icon later, Peter is on his way to the Tower when his mobile phone vibrates inside his jeans pocket, Ned's name greeting him on the display.
"Hey, Peter. I'm still really sorry for earlier. But look what I found! This article is about Spiderman!"
Peter was glad his headphones were on as he clicked on the link Ned had sent him, as Never Gonna Give You Up blasts into his ears. It took him a few seconds as he stared down at his mobile phone, where the singer cheerfully danced behind his microphone, only for him to realize what happened. A surprised chuckle makes it out of his mouth as Peter holds his mobile phone up and whispers, "Dude, did you just rickroll me?". The grin was evident in his voice before he sent the audio message. It doesn't take Ned a minute to answer with a series of laugh emojis. Peter continuously chats with Ned on his way, his Spidey sense keeping him from bumping into anyone during the bustle on Manhattan's sidewalks.
Despite being late, there is the hint of a smile tugging Peter's lips upwards as he steps out of the elevator, amused about something Ned had written. Someone clears their throat, and Peter startles at the sound, quickly using his stickiness to catch his phone. The device dangles from the tip of his ring finger while Peter wonders why he has not felt their presence when a pair of familiar black dress shoes comes into view. Realization washes over Peter at their sight, the owner the only other person apart from his aunt, that his spidey sense doesn't go off to.
"Hey, Mr. Stark," greets Peter and puts on a polite smile as he takes in the frown displayed on his mentor's face. Maybe he should have written more than, "Hi, Mr. Stark. I'm going to be late. Happy doesn't have to drive me."
Peter's smile must have looked as forced as it felt by the look Mr. Stark gave him in return. The man stays quiet as Peter walks past him towards the guest room to put his backpack away. Walking into the living room, the teen gets greeted by the rest of the Avengers lingering around. Peter makes a beeline towards the couch where Clint is sitting, hoping to avoid the confrontation with his mentor just a little longer.
"Hey, Pete. How was school?"
"Please don't ask," mumbles Peter, taking a pillow to hug it while he sinks further into the cushions, trying to be one with the furniture. He leans his head back and stares at the ceiling while Clint chuckles next to him. "That bad, huh?" asks the man, and Peter hums. He closes his eyes, relishing that he finally gets to rest when the sound of footsteps grows closer before halting in front of the couch. Peter suppresses a sigh.
"Care to explain why you happen to be late?" Mr. Stark doesn't sound too bothered, which Peter takes as a good sign. He ponders if he liked Mr. Stark better when the man had been more indifferent but quickly pushes that thought into the back of his mind. Mr. Stark is just worried. But still, Peter didn't like the curiosity and concern in the older man's voice, the tone making him feel like a little kid getting scolded. The boy hugs the pillow closer, successfully muffling his voice by pressing it against his face. He really wasn't in the mood for this kind of conversation. Pushing his face deeper into the pillow, he grumbles, "I had detention."
"What was that? I didn't quite catch that, Spiderling."
Peter is pretty sure Mr. Stark did catch that. Something cold presses against his forehead, the only part of his face not hidden behind the pillow. Peter peeks from under it up to Natasha, who holds a can of Coca-Cola above him, a tiny smile on her lips. She nodded toward Stark with a reassuring smile, and Peter felt a bit better, knowing someone was there to step in if Mr. Stark became too overbearing. Taking the drink from her, the teen sat up properly and put the pillow down, facing his mentor.
"I hung out with Deadpool after school," he deadpanned, his last attempt to stir away from the topic. Mr. Stark raises an eyebrow, sending a side eye at Clint, who dared to snicker at the kid's comment.
"Funny kid, but just to let you know, I have a pretty little monitor in the lab telling me that you haven't left the school building until twenty-five minutes ago. Oh, and I hope for my and your aunt's sanity that you haven't been around Deadpool without at least a ten-mile distance between you two. That man is a nutcase, Peter."
Ignoring the jab at the merc with a mouth and Peter's secret "Thursday is taco-day" partner, he raises an eyebrow. "Should I file a police report for stalking, Mr. Stark?"
"Kid, I don't need two spies and Snowflake around knowing you are deflecting. Now, out with it. Why were you late?"
Peter picked up on the silence around, aware that, by now, everyone in the room and the kitchen were probably listening in. A little embarrassed by the attention, the teen's eyes wander toward his lap, where he absentmindedly fiddles with his web shooters, a sense of shyness overcoming him.
"I had detention," he repeats, a little timid.
The silence only lasts a few seconds.
"Ouch, detention. I knew there had to be something about you, man. No one can be such a goody-two-shoes all the time," teases Sam with a smile, patting Peter's shoulder as he walks past to sit next to Bucky. Peter's lip twitched at the comment, relief flooding him when he looked around and saw no one looking disappointed. Catching Mr. Stark studying him, Peter fumbles with his web shooters again. Although the man didn't seem mad, the way he was looking at him made Peter nervous. Before the teen knew what was happening, he was already throwing a lengthy explanation the man's way, a sudden flood of words hastily chained together to form a somewhat coherent report of what had happened.
"Those meatballs were seriously bad, Mr. Stark. It reminded me of the time you made me try oysters. I'm not sure if I should ever forgive you for that, by the way. That had been kinda traumatic." Peter was painfully aware he was full-on rambling at this point, but Mr. Stark silently listening was unnerving him greatly, so he pushed on, eyes everywhere except Mr. Stark.
"Flash walked up to us and tried picking a fight. I just wanted to go and ignore him, seriously Mr. Stark, I didn't even look at him, but then Ned said something about Flash feeling crappy cause of those meatballs, and it was a joke, but Flash heard it, and he was going to grab Ned by the collar."
Peter goes on, and by the looks Bruce and Rhodey are throwing him, he should probably take a second to breathe before freaking out the adults in the room. But Peter couldn't waste time caring about who he was freaking out because he was going to freak if not managing to make Mr. Stark understand that he didn't get detention on purpose.
"I put myself between them when Flash grabbed me instead when Mrs. Warren came by. She saw us in the hallway and gave us detention."
"Hold on," says Sam, sitting up as he looks at Peter, wearing an incredulous expression. "You've got detention 'cause you avoided your friend getting roughed up by that Flash kid? Is that what I'm getting?"
Before Peter could answer him, Mr. Stark had already his Stark phone out. "I knew that Flash kid meant trouble. That's it. I'm going to get that gremlin expelled."
"Wait, you can't do that, Mr. Stark!"
The man raises an eyebrow, and Peter backpedals quickly. "Okay, you could, but please, you don't have to. He didn't hurt anyone, and it's only detention!"
"He was about to hit your friend, Peter," comments Clint, and Peter did not doubt if Mr. Stark wasn't about to call his school, then the archer would be the one to do it. Clint could get weirdly protective at the most random times.
"He does dumb stuff, yes, but if you expel him, it could get him in serious trouble. I know he has problems at home, and getting expelled isn't the solution." By the pointed look he's receiving from several of the Avengers, Peter had a hunch that his arguments weren't cutting it. He needs to pull out the big guns. The teen leaned forward and looked up to Mr. Stark with the saddest puppy dog eyes he could muster. "Please, Mr. Stark. Don't call the school."
If he hadn't been panicking about Mr. Stark trying to expel his classmate, Peter would have found it funny how quickly the hero calling himself Iron Man crumbled. Tony rolls his eyes with an excessive sigh passing his lips as he pockets his Stark Phone. "Next time that hooligan starts something, I will have him expelled faster than you can say, Mr. Stark, got it?"
Peter grins at his mentor. "Got it, Mr. Stark," he chirps back, leaning back into the couch and feeling content for the first time that day. He catches onto the amused glances the others send him and Mr. Starks way.
"So, how many pizzas should I order?" asks Rhodey, the man successfully breaking the silence. With the promise of Pizza and the knowledge that no one minded him getting detention, Peter takes out his phone to text Ned, the smile from before back on his lips. He looks up, feeling someone looking at him, and meets Bucky's eyes.
"Still can't believe they give you detention without clearing up the situation," says the man, crossing his arms over his chest, a sour expression on his face. Peter was about to tell Bucky that it was alright, honestly touched that the man got bothered on his behalf when Captain America chose that moment to walk in. A groan builds up in his throat as the man settles next to Bucky. Steve's brows are furrowed in concern as he glances around the room, lines on his forehead deepening before his eyes turn to the teen. It takes only a second for Peter to guess that Steve had only picked up the detention part of the conversation.
"You've got detention?"
Steve says it so seriously it makes Peter want to throw the pillow at something. Or someone. Too tired to retell the event, Peter merely shrugs his shoulders. "It wasn't that bad."
He had hoped they would leave it at that, but who was he kidding? He's talking about Steve Rogers, after all. Peter's good mood starts deflating when Steve puts on his disappointed Captain America face.
"You're a good kid, Peter. You shouldn't get in trouble."
The teen's expression turns sour at Steve's comment.
"Steve, leave him alone," begins Bucky, frowning at his friend and leaning forward to intervene when the teen sinks into his seat with a low groan. Tony shoots him a worried glance. "What's wrong, Pete?"
Peter ignores the question in favor of sending Steve a glare. Steve dared to look baffled by the look sent his way. If today hadn't been so bad, Peter wouldn't even consider rolling his eyes at Steve, but now he couldn't be bothered to be polite to Captain Popsicle. "I had to listen to your lectures for sixty minutes today, Steve. Sixty. Minutes. I think I had my fill, so please don't bother starting another lecture about what is right and wrong if you don't even know what happened!"
Mr. Stark looks highly amused, not bothering to stop Peter from throwing his sass at Steve, which the teen usually kept for being alone with him in the lab, not often showing it in front of the rest of the team. Bruce raises an eyebrow, head slightly tilted in question. "Peter, Steve had been here all day while you were in school. When should he have lectured you?"
"He wasn't, but I had to listen to his PSA during detention, and I don't feel like hearing more now," answers the teen with something that might, under some circumstances, resemble a pout. Not that Peter would be pouting in front of the Avengers.
"PSA?" asks Clint while Bucky carries a thoughtful look before glancing at the blond sitting next to him.
"You shot PSAs? They still do these?"
Taking in all the puzzled faces around them, Peter quickly realized something that filled his inside with nothing but delight. It was like someone turned a switch, the not-pout on the teen's face morphing into a grin bright enough to lighten the room while Steve's face darkened with every new question asked, their expression the complete opposite of each other.
"They don't know," whispered Peter under his breath, eyes locked on Steve. He lets out a surprised laugh, a grin wider than ever.
"Oh my god, Steve, they don't know!"
He sits upright, the tiredness completely wiped off him as he beams at the blond, eyes gleaming with mischief rivaling Loki.
"Peter," says Steve slowly, the warning heavy in the undertone of his voice. Said warning meets deaf ears, Peter not even thinking about stopping any time soon. He had felt like crap the whole day. Nothing went his way, and Peter knows that that's not on Steve. But having to listen to Captain America's lecture when he did nothing wrong only for the man himself to assume that he did something the second someone uses the word detention in context with Peter without giving him a chance to explain rubbed him the wrong way. The teen isn't a fan of revenge and retaliation and holding grudges, but today, Peter felt petty. If Steve thought he could spoil the rest of the day after school had been that bad already, then he could buckle up. Peter knows his behavior is childish and petty, traits no one would connect with Spiderman, but the teen isn't Spiderman right now. He is Peter Parker, a feeling wronged fifteen-year-old who holds the perfect blackmail material of the person who wronged him in his young, inhumanly sticky hands.
"So," begins Peter in the most serious voice he could muster, giving it his best Captain America impersonation. The way Steve's expression contorted into a grimace was worth it. "you got detention."
"I give you one chance to stop, Peter," warned Steve, eyes narrowed dangerously. Peter only grins wider at that, having way too much fun rilling the blond up while the others could only share confused glances.
"Something tells me this goes over my head," stage whispers Clint.
"Doesn't everything?" shoots Sam at him simultaneously as Tony throws a, "Nothing new, then."
"Harsh," says Clint, rubbing his chest in mock hurt, causing the others to chuckle. "But back to Spider-kid and Cap, does anyone know what those two are on about?"
Choruses of no clue and a beat from Rhodey are all he gets before all eyes are on the pair, who are now challenging in a silent stare-off. Peter leaned forward, openly enjoying teasing the older man. Steve is ready to jump at him by the looks of it, but Peter isn't intimidated in the slightest, knowing he could outrun the older man. "You screwed up. You know what you did was wrong. The question is, how are you gonna make things right?"
Peter's grin widens at the same time Steve narrows his eyes.
"Last warning, Pete."
The blond raises his eyebrows, caught off guard when the teen leans back into his seat. He watches with surprise how Peter fishes his phone out of his pocket, taking a short glance at it before calmly placing it on the coffee table.
"Okay, I'll stop here," says Peter mercifully, stretching as he stands up and walks towards the kitchen. The blond's eyes follow the teen's movement, and Sam snickers how his friend's body deflates at the tension vacating his shoulders, amused by the power a teenager holds over Steve's head.
"Oh, by the way, Steve," Steve's heads shoot up at the tone in Peter's voice. He locks eyes with the teen, who wears the cheekiest grin any of the Avengers ever had seen him carry as he beams at the man.
"Maybe you were trying to be cool. But take it from a guy who's been frozen for 65 years... The only way to be cool is to follow the rules."
Peter's grin was about to reach his eyes. He couldn't help himself.
"Are you following the rules, Steve?"
In hindsight, Peter should have anticipated that the super soldier wouldn't let go of it without some retaliation. It had been too much fun to watch the man's patience thinning than to think what the outcome of that scenario would mean for Peter. He ducks at the same time his Spidey sense peaks, blocking the pillow flung at him just in time. The low buzz had begun to surr in his ear since he started teasing Steve and was growing into a shrill ringing when the man got up from his seat incredibly fast. Peter turns around while stepping out of reach, avoiding the hands reaching for him by vaulting over the couch, including Clint.
"Hey, no jumping over my furniture!" scolds Mr. Stark, but the crinkling of skin around his eyes betrays the stern act as he watches his mentee chased by Cap, wearing a grin on his face.
"Sorry, Mr. Stark!"
The sincerity of the apology suffers under the smile lying in his voice.
Peter stands still, eyes not leaving Steve, who hovers on the other side of the couch, waiting for him to move. Despite focusing on the blond, Peter catches onto the excitement in the room, their little chase entertaining the others immensely, followed by the cheering they receive from the rest. The whole situation was so silly. Peter couldn't help but laugh when he feinted a step to the side, causing Steve to flinch as the man was ready to pounce but narrowing his eyes as he caught on Peter trying to fool him. He couldn't wait to tell Ned that he had teased Captain America, the thought alone bringing a grin about to split his face.
The excitement in the room only increases, so much that Peter doesn't notice the new presence of a person before nearly bumping into them. Thanks to his sixth sense, he barely keeps from barreling into Mrs. Potts. He comes to an abrupt halt despite wearing socks, only possible thanks to his stickiness. Pepper holds a hand over her heart, the surprise written all over her face when Steve takes the chance of Peter not paying attention. The last thing Peter catches is Pepper's green eyes widening, her mouth forming a silent o before something slams into him at full speed, turning the world upside down.
"Whoa, careful Steve. I don't want squished spiders on my clothes."
Clint scowls playfully at the blond, who ignores him in favor of wrestling with a laughing teen on the couch. The archer rolls his eyes at being ignored and points his thumb at the pair.
"Children. It's like herding cats." He snorts at the sight of Peter with his back pressed into the couch, one foot pressed against the super soldier's chest, and pushing the 240-pound weight off of him without much difficulty. "So, your body is changing," begins Peter, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face despite Steve looming above him, looking ready to throw him out of the next window. The blond reaches out to cover Peter's mouth to block more parts of his most embarrassing PSA coming out of the teen, the panic in his eyes causing Peter to break out into laughter. Steve narrows his eyes at the laughing teen, who half-heartedly shoves him off of him.
"Can someone please tell me what is going on here?"
Peter perks up at Mrs. Pott's question, glancing at Steve with a twinkle in his eyes.
"Oh, I was just about to tell the rest about Mr. Roger's PSAs, Mrs. Potts," he chirps, ever so helpful. He was about to elaborate when Steve finally managed to clap his hand over Peter's mouth, successfully shutting him up.
"Noo, why did you turn him off?" complains Sam with faked disappointment. "It was just about to get interesting."
"Since when do you believe anything Peter tells you?" counters Steve, struggling to hold the teen down and keep him from spilling another word. Despite Peter's small size, the teen was powerful. Steve needed to trap him in a hold, somewhat resembling an uncomfortable back hug, to keep a hand over his mouth, but the teen with his freaky flexibility didn't even seem too bothered.
"Well, the kid can be very persuasive. And he did sound like he had something important to tell us. Isn't that right, Peter?"
Peter nods vigorously despite the hand still covering his mouth. They watch the teen worming an arm out of Steve's bear hug, tugging on the hand that kept him from talking. Sam grinned as he observed Steve's face fall at the ease Peter pulled his hand away. The older man tried reclaiming the position, but the teen had it in a tight hold, successfully keeping him from putting his hand back on his mouth. Peter grabs Steve's other wrist and pushes the man's arms away, wriggling out of the hold. A bright grin adorns the teen's face as he pushes Steve away, who is back on his heels in a second. Peter jumped off the couch as a hand seized his leg, causing him to fall over. Several surprised gasps could be heard, along with a rather colorful curse directed at Steve from Tony as Peter catches himself, keeping from faceplanting into Mr. Stark's pristine white living room floor. In contrast to the glares Steve receives at the rash action, Peter openly cackles as Steve tries pulling him back by his leg.
"There is a perfectly equipped gym two floors down, and they decide to do this here?"
"Don't be harsh on them, Tony. They seem to be having fun," appeases Pepper, surprisingly one of the few people along with Bucky and Natasha who weren't shocked by seeing Peter fall.
"Where does that look like having fun?" He asks, but one look at his mentee's face tells him his fiance was right. The kid is enjoying himself.
Meanwhile, Peter plants his palms on the floor, his upper body hanging off the couch. He sticks onto the tiles, sticking one hand down at a time, and crawls away while Steve still holds onto one of his legs. He keeps moving forward, laughing at the strained huff Steve lets out as he avoids Peter's free foot from kicking him in the stomach. The super soldier bats the flailing limp away, shortly loosening his hold on the teen's leg, which the latter quickly uses as a chance to create some leeway.
He doesn't get very far.
"No!" shouts Peter as a hand wraps around his ankle and pulls him back half a meter. "Sam! Bucky! Help!" pleads the teen half-heartedly, reaching out for the two men sitting on the opposite couch.
"What do you say, Buck? Do we help the munchkin?"
"I know Steve long enough not to interfere when he gets like that. Punk is a mad dog when he throws a fit. Sorry, kid, you're on your own."
Peter is about to give the men a piece of his mind when he gets pulled another good amount of inches back before he gets back to stick on the floor. He crawls away again, but Steve has none of it and reaches for the teen's other ankle. Thanks to his spidey sense, Peter avoids the grip by turning on his side, but it causes him to roll further towards the couch than away from it. Steve quickly takes the opportunity to reach down and hook his hand under the teen's side, attempting to heave Peter off the ground. The teen twists in his hold, and Steve curls his fingers into Peter to keep a hold of him when an honest-to-good squeal escapes the teen.
An eerie silence hangs over the room, no one daring to speak as Steve stares at the frozen teen in his hold who avoids meeting his face as best as he can, but he catches onto the reddened tips of his ears. Steve's lip twitched knowingly. He knows that kind of reaction. He squeezes his hand abruptly, lips forming into a grin as the body on the floor jumps like a fish on land at the action.
"Oho," says Clint, sounding way too gleeful, the first to break the silence, having watched the silent realization come over Steve with amusement.
"What a way to reveal your secret, kid. At least I won't have to keep this to myself anymore," comments Tony with a grin.
Now was Steve's turn, carrying a mischievous grin.
"A secret? What kind of secret could that be, Peter? You like sharing information. How about you enlighten us about this, huh?"
Peter feels his heart jump at the tone in Steve's voice. He kind of regrets having made fun of the man. Peter begins crawling again, but this time with more vigor than before. He doesn't get very far as Steve instantly pulls him back but meets resistance as the teen sticks to the ground. The problem resolves itself quickly as Steve releases one of Peter's legs to reach forward and claw at the teen's ribs. With a shriek, Peter's left hand unsticks, arm shooting down to protect his side. Steve's hand darts to the teen's other side, repeating the procedure and efficiently getting the teen off the ground. From there on, it was easy to throw the already laughing boy back onto the couch.
Never one to back down quickly, Peter instantly tries climbing over the couch, but an arm sneaks around his middle and prevents him from escaping. He tries reaching for the backrest, but a hand worms its way into his underarm, and every attempt to reach his arm out to grasp something becomes futile. He quickly gets pushed down, back pressed into the couch cushion as Steve looms over him for a second time that day, but this time, Peter could crawl out of his skin at the grin on the older man's face.
"Dohon't do this," says Peter, voice void of any conviction as nervous giggles accompany his words. Not knowing what to do with his hands, the teen awkwardly holds them in front of him, half shielding his upper body and half waiting to catch any hands that were about to attack. Steve watches with growing amusement how the boy's eyes jump from his face to his hands and back as if he were unsure what was more important to keep track of. He had never seen such an amount of nervous energy radiating from the teen. It was adorable to see him this unnerved about something harmless as this.
"This? What do you mean, Peter? Is this about the secret Tony mentioned?"
"I don't know what you are talking about. I don't have any secrets. Apart from being Spiderman, I mean," Peter stumbles over his words, lips twitching upwards when Steve raises an eyebrow at him. "No secrets to share, no information to keep. I have nothing to hide, so you can let me go. Please?"
Steve turns towards Clint, who hasn't moved an inch, even with the literal wrestling match happening on the seats next to him. "What do you say, Clint? Does he tell the truth?"
Peter throws a pleading look towards the archer. Clint grins at the pair.
"You see that face," he asks, pointing at the teen. "As a spy and a father, I can tell you that's the face of a liar."
"That's not true!" protests Peter as Steve turns back to him. Catching onto the look the man bestows on him, Peter snatches the next best thing he can get his hands on, a decorative pillow, and uses it to shield himself, a giant grin about to split his face. Steve cracks his knuckles.
"Seems like I have to get the truth out of you."
"Noho!" shouts Peter with a laugh as Steve pulls at the pillow. Nervous giggles are pouring out of him as he tries to make himself as small as possible, and it is faint, but Steve's enhanced hearing could pick up on the wild pace of the kid's heart beating.
"Let go of the shield, Spiderman," commands Steve, eyes gleaming playfully at the boy.
"In your dreams," says Peter, only fastening his hold onto the pillow, the only thing keeping him safe from the fingers getting closer. Steve catches a movement out of the corner of his eyes, lips twitching ever so slightly. He focuses back on Peter, the boy watching him with his whole attention, unaware of the hands reaching for his feet. A shriek escapes the vigilante, eyes widening at the feel of blunt nails running over his socked soles, causing him to flinch and pull his legs up at the ticklish feeling. Steve uses the moment of surprise to tear the pillow out of Peter's hand, depriving him of the last thing to shield himself from his attack.
"Thanks, Clint."
"No problem, Cap."
Peter sends a glare Clint's way, but the archer only needs to reach for his feet for the teen to let the glare turn into a panicked grin, quickly tucking his legs close. "That's what I thought," says Clint with a smug grin. Steve uses the moment of inattention, poking the teen's stomach in quick succession. The reaction didn't disappoint.
"Hey! Stohop it!"
Peter tries glaring at the blond while his hand fails to catch the poking fingers, jumping when one poke lands dangerously close to his lower rip. The motion doesn't go unnoticed by the soldiers' trained eyes, a sly smirk forming on the man's face. "Why? Does it bother you?"
"Yehehehes! Stahahap pokehihing me!" complains Peter, but it was hard to take the teen seriously with the constant giggling. Steve does stop at that.
"Alright, I'll stop. Would you prefer this instead?"
He skitters his fingers over the teen's stomach, grinning at the squeal escaping Peter before he tries curling on himself, hysterical giggles pouring out of him, unaware that the sound causes amused smiles to appear on every face in the room.
"Nahaha, gehehet your hahahands of mehehe," Peter manages to bring out between his laughter as he twists on his side, addressing the others.
"Sohohomebody hehelp!"
"Anyone here knows who that somebody is he's talking about?" asks Sam, feigning ignorance.
"I hahahete you, Bihihirdman 2!"
"Yeah, I can't take anything you say seriously giggle-bug."
Peter is about to counter, but a set of fingers dug into the part where his ribs and upper back meet, sending a ticklish shock throughout his body. He jumps at the touch, and Steve latches onto the reaction, taking both hands to claw at his ribcage and digging his fingers in on the search for that spot. Peter's giggles had long ago turned into bright laughter, now accompanied by an occasional shriek and a whole-body jump as Steve found what he'd been searching for.
"Oh, what's this?" he asks, voice full of glee.
"NOHOHOTHING, IT'S NOTHINIHIN!"
"Something tells me you're onto something, Cap," comments Rhodey with a grin, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest, amusement written all over his face.
Peter shakes his head at the words, chanting "Stopstopstopstohohooop," while trying to catch the hands that are way too skillful in sending ticklish sparks under his skin, leaving him in stitches. "Why? Is this the spot I have to go to to get you to tell me about your secret? Although I think I can already guess what it is."
Steve grins down at Peter who tries so hard to scowl at him but fails miserably. It leaves the man wondering where all the strength has gone, and while the idea of tickling being Spiderman's big-bad weakness sounds fun, Steve knows for the better that this couldn't be the reason for the teen's failure to escape.
"OH MY GOHOHOHOD, NOHOHO!" Peter kicks his legs, wriggling from side to side and throwing his head back when Steve finds a way to slip his hands into his underarms. He presses his arms down, quickly rendering Steve's fingers immobile, but the feeling of them simply touching his armpits tickled like mad.
"Peter, I kinda need my hands back, or we're stuck here until tomorrow," teases Steve, amused when the boy shakes his head with a giant grin.
"Buck, a little help here?"
The other man huffs a small laugh. "You're seriously stuck?"
Steve grins at him. "I can't move a single finger."
With a shake of his head, Bucky makes his way over to the couch. He assesses the situation before glancing at Peter, the latter trying to catch his breath. Without a word, Bucky clasps both hands on Peter's thighs just over the kneecap, squeezing and massaging his thumb into the muscle. Peter kicked like mad at the action, breaking into loud belly laughter, and Steve could pull his hands away as the teen was busy twisting and wriggling, trying anything to get Bucky's hands off his knees.
"How did you know that would work?" asks Sam, impressed, as Bucky walks back to sit on the couch as if nothing had happened. Bucky shrugs. "It works on Steve," he answers cooly, but with a smirk playing on his face. Steve glares at him but quickly focuses on Peter, who uses the moment to try crawling in the other direction of the couch. Clint only watches with amusement as he has a lap full of enhanced teen trying to crawl over him as if that was your normal Monday afternoon thing, only to get caught by the shoulder and get dragged back.
"We're not done yet, Queens."
"Steheheheve, pleaahahse. I cahanah't tahahake anymhohore!" whines Peter, but Steve catches onto the playful spark glinting in his eyes.
"Okay, I'll stop here," says Steve, mimicking Peter. "But there's one thing I'll have to tell you." The teen narrows his eyes at the blond, not trusting one word coming from Steve.
"What I tell you now is about one of the most valuable traits a student or soldier can have."
Peter's eyes widen comically. As soon as his brain registers the words, he gracelessly flails in his place. The teen tries to throw himself off the couch as he knows where this is going, but Steve, having anticipated the action, jumps forward and catches the teen around the waist. He keeps his arm wrapped around Peter's middle, hugging the teen against his chest and kneading his free hand into Peter's side without further ado.
"Nohohohot anohohother one! Steve pleahahahase! Dohohohon't do thihihhis! I-I'll goho insahahane!"
Steve keeps a stoic face despite the madly giggling and protesting fifteen-year-old half-sitting squirming in his lap, batting and pulling on the arm holding him in place. He continues his speech with his Captain America voice, causing several eyebrows to raise in amusement.
"Patience." he begins, while his hand slips under the teen's shirt, skittering his fingers over bare skin, "Sometimes, patience is the key to victory."
Peter doesn't know if it's the teasing or the fact that Steve keeps dragging his fingers over the bare skin of his sides, but he can't help kicking his legs into the air and throwing his head back into Steve's shoulder as his whole body shakes under the force of him laughing. Steve takes advantage of Peter's head being this close as he speaks the following words right into his ear, earning him the cutest giggle he had ever heard as the teen desperately tries to scrunch his shoulder up and shield his ear from the tickly air. "Sometimes, it leads to very little, and it seems like it's not worth it, and you wonder why you waited so long for something so disappointing."
At his last word, Steve changes his tactics and uses his free hand to poke every place he can find that Peter isn't poorly trying to protect. The boy can't do anything in his hold but giggle his head off, and Steve wonders once again why Peter doesn't escape since he certainly could until he realizes that, maybe, Peter doesn't want to escape. The thought sparks his interest, and he might as well test that theory while the opportunity's still there.
"STEHEHEHEHEHEVE! NO! Anywhere but there! Please please please, please not thihihis it's so bad. Seriously, dohon't do it! STEHEVE NOHOHO, WHY AREN'T YOHUHU LISTENIHIHIHN! AHAHAHAH NO STAHAHAHAP!"
Peter trashes in his hold as the super solider gets another chance to dig into that sweet spot between his back and rips, sending the kid into a laughing fit, face reddening as he squeezes his eyes shut, the corner wettening with tears of joy before his laughter turns silent.
"Steve, I'll think he got the message," interrupts Tony, having caught onto the change from silent laughter to coming out a tad bit breathless. Not wanting to overdo it, the blond stops the tickling but keeps his arm around the teen, afraid Peter will fall if he lets go of him. The boy hangs slack in his hold, trying to catch his breath.
"You good, Queens?" asks Steve, a little worried he might have overdone it as he carefully loosens his hold on Peter. The latter let himself slip to the side, landing with a groan on the couch. Feeling Steve's eyes on him, Peter turns his head but keeps lying on his side. He sends the man a tired grin.
"I think now I know the true meaning of patience. And ruthlessness."
With a smile, Steve reaches over and ruffles Peter's already messed-up hair.
"You need another lecture, and you know where to find me," he jokes, smirking at the dramatic groans it earns him.
"Yeah, no, I think I pass. You know what I would rather listen to?"
Steve raises an eyebrow in question.
Peter grins at him.
"Some Captain America PSAs."
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The Party
You slowly opened your bedroom door, cringing as it made a low creaking sound, you looked around to see if anyone would come out of their room and sighed in relief when that wasn't the case.
Shoes and bag in your hand as you sneaked through the halls in your best clothes, hair up and light make up on, trying your best to stay as quiet as possible.
The ding of the elevator alerted you that someone was coming and you quickly ducked behind a corner, hoping that it was someone who wouldn't recognize you.
But low and behold, there stepped out of the elevator the three people you didn't want to see the most, The God Of mischief, The Winter Soldier and Captain America. Aka the three people who would never let you go to a party like the overprotective guys they were.
"Are you sure she's here?" Bucky asked as he looked around the hall.
"Yeah, Stark said he saw her on the camera's looking all dressed up" Steve answered as he put his hands on his hips.
You slowly started to sneak out, trying to remain as quiet as possible as you tip toe into the opposite direction.
"Did you really think I wouldn't notice you Y/N?" Loki chuckled as he turned around to face you.
Your eyes widen as you come to a hold, turning around to see them looking at you.
"Go back to bed and you'll only get a lecture" Steve suggested.
"Never" you grinned before sprinting away.
You heard the thundering of footsteps behind you as you ran like your social life depends on it, luckily you also had a gift and that was a mutated super soldier serum that you got as a child, the team was aware of it but never tested it to its full ability.
"God damnit she's fast"! Bucky exclaimed behind you as he nearly ran into Steve who shouted "Language"!! at him.
Your 'ahhhhhhh' echoed through the halls, stopping for a second and then continuing loudly, making it almost look like a chase scene from a Disney movie.
You quickly rounded a corner before running straight into a brick wall, well it felt like a brick wall but was instead Loki waiting there for you.
He immediately trapped you a bear hug before throwing you over his shoulder "Hey put me down!!" You yelled with a laugh as you punched his back.
"Now now darling no need to be so aggressive" Loki smirked as he carried you back to the other two who were waiting there with wicked grins on their face.
"You are in big trouble young lady" Steve chuckled as Loki carried you to the couch and threw you on to it gently, immediately straddling your waist with a mischief smirk on his face.
"Wipe that stupid smirk off of your face" You said accusingly as you squirmed underneath him.
"How about no?" He grinned before tasering your sides and blowing a raspberry on your neck.
You let out a squeak before laughing your head off, suddenly feeling a pair of fingers scribbling on the soles of your feet.
"God Damnit AHHHHAHAHAHHA" you screamed with laughter as you wiggle around now also feeling someone squeezing your knees.
"Steve she said a bad language word" Bucky said with a faux gasp as he continued to trace your soles.
"I'm never going to escape that" Steve muttered before laughing and squeezing your thighs.
It was God Damm torture, Loki obviously knew what he was doing as he expertly digged into your ribs.
"I'm actually quite hungry" he said with a grin before leaning down and blowing a good raspberry on your tummy right next to your belly button.
"GHAHHAHAHHAHA" you screamed in hysterical laughter as you trashed around.
"Have you learned your lesson doll?" Bucky asked as he wiggled his fingers on your toes.
"YESHAHAHAH"!!!!
"And what is it?"
"DONT SNEAK OUTHIHIHIHI" you laughed breathless as your face turned a little red.
Loki chuckled fondly and let up, same for the other two and helped you sit up as the remaining giggles left your lips.
"You know you are absolutely beautiful and adorable right darling" Loki said with a smile as he pulled you to his chest with Steve and Bucky sitting nearby with fond smiles.
You just nodded with a blush as he kissed your forehead "Now how about a movie night and when there is a party anytime soon you'll tell and you can go?" He suggested.
"Really?" You jumped up excited and Loki nodded.
"thank you thank you thank you" you giggled as you gave all of them a hug before running off to your room to change into comfortable clothes and spent the rest of the night eating snacks, watching movies and joking around with Loki, Steve and Bucky.
Honestly it was better then any party could be.
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Tickletober Day 18: Chase
fandom: marvel
word count: 820
pairing: steve rogers x reader (platonic)
summary: steve is gonna make you pay for constantly making fun of him
Steve Rogers was fast. That, you knew for a fact.
He could run circles around almost everyone in the tower, sans Bucky, who was just as quick, if not quicker. Thor was close to giving him a run for his money, but Steve would always come out on top.
So, why you decided to run away from him knowing he’d eventually catch you—you’d never know.
You had been relentlessly teasing Steve about losing a sparring match against Nat for days now. On that first day, it was the only thing you could talk about, earning you laughs from all the habitants of the tower within earshot of your jests.
After that, you’d bring it up every once in a while, laughing as Steve rolled his eyes.
“Isn’t that getting a little old?” Steve had asked you, huffing as he swung his fist hard into the punching bag. You leaned against the metal pole with your arms crossed, insufferable smirk on your face.
“Mm, not as old as you. Come on, you have to admit it’s kind of hilarious.”
“It was funny 3 days ago.”
You knew Steve wasn’t really upset about losing to Nat, nor was he at your constant teasing, so he never gave you a good incentive to stop. Plus, you just loved to get on his nerves the way a little sibling would to a bigger sibling.
That was until a week had passed and you were still going on about it. Steve had been quietly reading that day’s newspaper in the kitchen when you had waltzed in and brought it up before even saying good morning. Steve held in a groan, shutting the paper and turning to you.
“You have 10 seconds to run before you get it,” He cryptically threatened you. You barked out a laugh, eyeing him with confusion.
“Get what?”
“It.” Steve putting emphasis on the consonant. A second or two later, your eyes widened in terror. You knew exactly what ‘it’ was and he was merciless about it when it came to you.
“You wouldn’t…” You muttered while backing away from him.
“10…9…”
Before he could say the next number, you were down the hall to try and find a place to hide. But Steve Rogers was fast and you knew you didn’t stand a chance against the Captain. Even with that head start, he’d catch you before you could successfully hide from him.
You heard his feet stamping from behind you, your heartrate increasing with every step you took. It also didn’t help that you weren’t prepared to run, socks covering your feet rather than a pair of shoes. So as you went to turn the corner, you slipped and fell to the floor with a thud.
Steve was on you within seconds, but not for the reason you thought he’d be.
“Are you alright?” He asked with genuine concern, squatting down to your level. You inhaled deeply to catch your breath, looking up at your assailant with wide eyes. Steve’s hands were placed on your shoulder and leg, checking for any injuries.
“I-I’m okay, Steve. I just slipped. Maybe warn me next time and I’ll be prepared with some shoes,” You teased him half-heartedly. You made to stand up, but Steve’s touch was firm, telling you to stop moving.
“You’re absolutely sure? Nothing hurts?”
You turned to glance at him warily. “Yes, I promise I’m fine!”
“Great,” Steve breathed out in relief prior to completely switching his hand placement, bracing his thumbs on the backs of your ribs so that his fingers could dig into the hollows of your arms. You screeched in surprise as you crumbled to the floor, your arms trapping his hands.
“WHA—STEHEHEVE!”
“You said you weren’t hurt, so you’re obviously okay for me to exact my revenge,” He responded. You could hear the smirk on his lips, uncharacteristic for the serious super soldier. Steve was evil when it came to tickling you. Taking on the role of big brother well after you’d made fun of him a little too long.
“NOHO! OKAHAY! PLE—STEHEVE, I’M SOHORRYHY!” You screamed out, your feet pounding on the floor to try and distract from the feeling. “I WOHON’T SAY ANYTHING EHEHELSE ABOUT IHIT.”
Steve took your word for it, forcefully ripping his hands out from under your arms and pushing you onto your back. He grinned at the mess he’s made of you before offering you a hand to help you stand up. You took it, albeit hesitantly, and stood up, straightening out your wrinkled clothes.
“You know you’re way too ticklish to keep messing with me like that,” Steve mentioned with a raised eyebrow. “I would have thought you’d learned your lesson after last time.”
You scoffed instead of replying, flipping him off before taking off in a sprint down the hallway once again.
Steve was right. You’d never learn your lesson.
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Hey!
Loved your marvel fic and was wondering if we could get more of that.
Maybe steve/nat x teen ticklish reader?
Something really fluffy, like she's been on the phone for a long time talking to Peter, her boyfriend (I had to 😂) and they make her by tickling her?
I completely understand if not, thanks anyways 💕🙏
Hi! Thank you for the request. It took me a while but here it is:) just a warning- I started out super inspired and motivated but was just super exhausted towards the end.
Hope you enjoy it anyways and please keep sending requests in! Got three that I'm working on already ✨️
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You laughed when your boyfriend made a joke, staring into the screen and listening to him telling you about his day. "And then there was this huge explosion- like, y/n I thought I was going to die. Like, really. And then I looked up and there was this guy and he was all like big and strong and-"
You heard a knock on your door, and paused peter. "One sec Pete. Come innnn!"
"Hey." Steve smiled at you as he walked over o where you were on your bed.
You raised on eyebrow and watched him sit down on the edge of the bed. "What?"
Steve frowned. "A bit of an attitude there, huh?"
You rolled your eyes. "Whatever Steve. Do you need anything? I'm on face time."
Steve shook his head in disapproval. "Yeah, I can see that. You've been on it for hours now. Who are you talking to?"
"Just peter." You turned the front of your phone towards Steve so he can see peter.
"Y/n, who is- oh, hi mister Rogers!"
You smiled as you heard your boyfriend's voice go up a notch when he noticed he was now talking to captain America.
Even Steve couldn't help but smile a little. "Hello peter, do you think you and this grumpy creature are going to hang up anytime soon?"
You groaned while peter only seemed distressed. "Um- yeah! Yeah, we could do that. We'll just talk later. Or not, you decide. Or- No you don't... but I mean- you know what I mean, right? You know everything beca-"
"Peter shush, we're not hanging up." You turned the screen back to face you.
"It's okay y/n, I really don't mind." Peter tried to reassure you, but you weren't having any of it.
"No! He doesn't get to tell us what to do! We're old enough to decide for ourselves."
You glared at Steve.
"What is happening here? I heard someone raising their voice." Nat walked in, leaning against the doorway.
"Oh great." You mumbled.
"Well you see, y/n has been on face time with Peter for the last 5 hours. And I really don't think it's healthy to be on screen for that long. So I asked her to get off and she just got all sassy." Steve explained, looking at you the whole time. Not even glancing at nat.
"I see..." she smirked, seeing your feet popping out from under your blanket.
She came closer and sat down right next to them.
"Well y/n, I think you should listen to Steve."
You huffed out a laugh. "Yeah, as if..."
"Okay, well. Don't say I didn't warn you." Nat shrugged and started spidering all over your feet.
"Warn me? What do you me- MEehehean!" You squealed and tried to pull your feet away, but Nat was holding them tight.
Steve grinned. "This is more like it.."
"Wahahait! Nohohoho!!" You tried to twist away, your phone still in your hand.
"What is happening there?" Peter asked, confused.
"Oh just tickling y/n." Nat smiled as your laughter went up an octave when she moved up to squeeze your knee with one hand, and kept going on one foot with the other.
"Noho way! Y/n is ticklish?" Peter chuckled in surprise.
"Gohod bye peheter!" You giggled out and quickly hung up the phone.
"Oh so now you hang up?" Steve shook his head again and started kneading your sides.
"NOHOHO STOHOP!" You were already pretty much out of breathe, flopping around on the bed.
"You didn't stop the call when steve asked you to!" Nat exclaimed, now tickling both your thighs.
"What happened y/n, why are you laughing?" Steve smirked down at you as he wiggled his way under your arms.
"PLEASHAHAHASE!" You shook your head violently and tried to hit Steve with your arms.
"So aggressive." Steve chuckled, looking at nat and sharing a quick laugh with her before turning back to you and holding both your wrists above your head with only one of his hands.
"Tickletickletickle y/n/n!" Nat wiggled her fingers above your face teasingly.
You closed your eyes, unable to take the teasing and have to look into her eyes.
"Hey Nat, do you think y/n has all her ribs?" Steve asked, putting on his best 'thinking' face.
"I'm not sure Steve, she has been on that phone for an awful long time... better check..." she said, digging into your hips at that moment.
Steve nodded. "Absolutely." He then started counting your ribs, for what felt like hours but really just lasted 2 minutes before you went into silent laughter.
"Alright, you gonna apologise for being rude to me and not getting off that thing when I asked you to?" Steve asked.
You nodded, still unable to talk as nat was pretty much killing your hips.
"Go on then." She smirked.
"IM SORRY!" You managed to spit out.
"Well, i forgive you. Now, do you want to do something together?" Steve pulled you in for a hug.
"I want sleep." You replied, yawning right afterwards.
"Aww... poor baby." Nat chuckled and grabbed you from steve, pushing you to lay down on your bed and laying down next to you, grabbing your remote and putting your favorite movie on.
You fell asleep between the two of them, and when you woke up. You had a couple of messages waiting to you from your boyfriend. Yeah... you forgot he knew now...
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Helpless Helper
700ish words
Requests are open!!
I'm not the greatest at pronouns so ignore that please :)
Ler steve, Ler Bucky, Ler reader, Lee reader, Lee steve, Lee bucky, and a little bit of teasy Tony.
Y/n walks in on Steve and Bucky having a T-word fight, and they decide to get her involved.
“Hey guy-” you got caught off as the scene you saw infront of you was surprising. It looks as if they sat down to watch an old timey war movie as the Tv was still playing.
“What are you doing?” you asked this because the two men looked to be wrestling in the middle of the floor. But your question was soon answered as you heard Cap cackling under the pile of him and bucky.
“Arent you two too old for that?”
“You're never too old! Especially when old captain here says that he can't be tickled by me since the “Syrum made it impossible”.” He said that sarcastically because he was actively proving him wrong.
“Ok, well you two have fun but im out” you were about to run out of there but you heard cap calling out to you.
“WAHAHAIT YYY/NN PLEHEHEASESE HEHEHELPEHP”
“Yea im not getting in the middle of that.” you said, eyeng Bucky
“ IFIFIF YOHOHOHU DOHOHOHNT I SWEHEHARE TOHOHO GOHOHOHD IHIHI WIHIHIL WREHEHECK YOUHUHUH WHEHEHEN IHIHIH GEHEHET OUHUHT”
“No Y/n, dont interfere or else you’ll be next”
“Well both of your threats won’t work, because I'm not ticklish.” As she said this her cheeks flared up, because although she didnt know the extent of how ticklish she was, she sure knew she was.
“Judging by that blush, I doubt that doll”
“HEHEHEHELP”
Y/n couldent just leave him like this, he was her friend after all. You walk over and shove Bucky off of the poor guy.
“ You ok?” You asked Steve in a teasing tone, and he just replied with a groan.
“I mean, I geuss Bucky was telling the tRUTH buhuhuckyhyhyhy” You said falling back into his arms.
“ I thought you said you werent ticklish, Hmm?” he said as he dug into your sides
“ShuhuhT yohohohUR DahahHAHm mOUHUHUTH”
“ language!” Steve said as he started to make circles in your hips.
“OHOHOH myhyhy gohoOHOd GuyuyYUyS! I HeELElpEd YoHU STeVe!”
“Oh I know, but you hesitated, and I’m getting back for when you put dye in my shampoo.”
“CohohohmE OhohohNn”
“Huh I wonder what you would have had to do to get in that predicament” Tony said as he walked in the room. “I didnt know you two were ticklish! I could hear you from the lab Capcicle! Im defedently saving this for future use” He said looking at the predicament you were in.
“ToHOHOnY HELehEHp”
“No can do sweetheart! Wouldent stop this for the world. Have you guys found her death spot yet?”
“Death spot?” Cap said confused.
“A death spot. Like your knees.” Bucky replied.
The captain responded with an embarrassed smile.
“Aww! Is the famous Captain America blushing?” Bucky said, trying to get a reaction from him.
“Enough about me! I want to find this so-called death spot” Just as he said that, he scratched at her ribs.
“EUKDISJ STEEEHEHEHEHEHEHVEHEHEHE STOHOHOHOHOP”
“Oh look you found it! Y/n i'm so going to use this against you the next time you touch my machines.” And with that, Tony left the room.
Steve and bucky continued until your laughter went silet.
‘Yohohu guhuhuys ahahahrehe mehehan” it took you a few minutes, but you recoverd.
Then Steve gave you a look, and then he grabbed bucky.
“Get him Y/n!” Steve said, and he didnt have to tell you twice. You immediately dug into his sides.
“Yhyhy/nanan stohohohpop”
“Steve, where is his death spot?”
“STHEVHEHE SHUHUT YOHOUR MOUTH”
“Now why would I do that? Going straight to the big guns I see, get his pits”
“STEHEHEVEHE WHYHYHY”
You slipped your hands in his armpits after a bit of struggling.
YHYHYHY/NHNHNHN YOUHUHUR SOHOHOH GONHOHOHNHA GEHEHET IHIHIHIT”
“You're in no position to be making threats, old man, no offence Steve.”
“None taken” he said with a scoff.
When his laugh went silent you stopped.
“You ok over there Buck?”
“Youhuhure Dehehehad Meheheat”
“Oh that's bad Y/n” Steve said, feeling bad for you.
“Your next Rogers, Youve got ten seconds Y/n.. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6…”
He didnt have to tell you twice, you were out of there by 9.
Part 2????
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Tickletober 2022 - Day 5: Punishment
A/N: Thank you to @softaneasy who requested this one. Truthfully, I do not ship Stony, nor do I like writing the character of Steve Rogers. And I was initially gonna turn this prompt down. But the writing angel/demon living inside me told me to go outside my comfort zone for this Tickletober. So here we are!
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark
Tony had been acting a bit too snarky at the team meetings nowadays. At first, the crew chalked it up to a bad hair day or waking up on the wrong side of the bed. But after it persisted for three or four meetings, it was clear there was something larger looming over the billionaire philanthropist.
Steve approached Tony after the fifth team meeting where he sent everyone off scoffing, particular Natasha this time. Normally unphased by Tony's words, this meeting's aim had been directed mostly at her.
"Hey," Steve stopped Tony from exiting and they were the only two left in the room, "Do I have to ask?"
"Maybe you do, cap. Be a little more specific."
"Why are you a raving asshole lately?"
The language took Tony by surprise and actually got a grin out of him, "Productivity has been well below average, trying to boost morale by tearing everyone down first, so they can eventually rise together to fight against the stigma. Isn't that was leadership is all about?"
"No, not at all, actually."
"Well, to each their own," Tony then attempted to walk out past Steve, but Captain America gripped onto Tony's shoulder after he passed him and got close enough to the door.
"Tony," Steve sighed, "I know there's more going on here. I'm willing to forgive it all if you just act a little nicer from here on out, hm?"
"We'll see, Rogers," Tony left the room this time, whistling to himself. Steve narrowed his eyes and watched him walk down the hallway, "I'll give you one more chance, Stark."
"And I'll be eagerly awaiting the consequences post said chance," Tony had spun around to deliver his parting remarks and walked backwards for a few paces before turning down a corner.
And another meeting came and went, no changes from Iron Man. This time his target was poor Bruce Banner. Steve bided his time as everyone left the room and even waited for Tony to leave, knowing he was headed for his lab. Tony tended to work on a routine nowadays, so it was easy to track him.
The sliding doors to the lab whooshed open for Steve after he made it downstairs.
"Office hours aren't until tomorrow, sport," Tony chided, readying a pair of goggles and gloves for the work he was about to set out on.
"Oh, I'll be quick. Here to follow up on a threat," Steve was approaching Tony by his work station.
"Threat?" Tony turned around and eyed Steve, "My Captain America doesn't threaten, he moreso saves and leads and throws his little dinner plate around. Oh! You mean about the--"
"Yeah, your punishment, let's call it," Steve was now sporting a grin. The silence between the two hung in the air a few beats too long, and it was long enough for Tony's own smug look to be wiped from his face.
"Wait--" was the only thing he could get out before Steve pinned him against his own work table, high enough for the edge of the table to be caught in the small of Tony's back.
"Jesus, cap, at least take me out to dinner fi-hirst," an unwanted giggle slipped its way out of Tony's lips when he felt thick fingers prodding into his ribs.
"Do you ever stop talking?" Steve asked Tony, wanting to sound exasperated but it mostly came out teasing, with a small smile still on his face. His fingers dug right in, not playing games. This was a punishment, after all, for Tony's constant being a dick to everyone.
Tony yelped and he wanted to shrink down to the floor but Steve's strength and superior girth kept Tony upright. He laughed against his will and it was loud laughter because god dammit Steve knew how to tickle.
"Fuhucking stop!" Tony begged, his hands tightening onto Steve's wrists but was unable to stop their path. Steve worked his hands down until the thumbs dug into the crevices of Tony's hips, mostly exposed due to his low-rise pants. Tony screamed and he did manage to collapse halfway, so Steve's hands had to stop tickling him there, thank god. But now Steve pulled one of Tony's arms up, easy enough since the billionaire hadn't let go of his wrist yet, and pinned that hand to the table.
"N-nno," Tony protested, "No, Rogers, don't. Don't do it."
"Don't do what? Get under here?" he fluttered the fingers of his free hand under Tony's arm, which was now wide open.
"SHIHIhiiiit! You bastard!" Tony growled, stomping his foot on the floor, "Lemme go! Let me go right now!"
"You're in no position to be making threats now, Stark," Steve smirked and he used all the force of his fingertips to dig in and around Tony's armpit, partially exposed to the elements because of the very short sleeve shirt Tony was wearing. Not quite a tank top, but tight enough to leave a space for skin-to-skin touches.
Tony laughed, throwing his head back as his other hand came up to try and ward off Steve's fingers. But he was laughing so hard his coordination was off.
"I'm gonna get you to apologize to everyone," Steve spoke about serious matters as if he wasn't literally tickling his friend and coworker to near death, "And you're not gonna take out whatever shit you got going on on the team."
"OkAY! OKAY!" Tony agreed immediately.
Steve rose a brow and he smirked, "I didn't think you'd cave that quickly. When am I supposed to deliver my big speech?" he pulled Tony until he was standing again and he now rested both his hands on either side of Tony's stomach.
"Plehehease no," Tony giggled and it was almost cute. Hands were at Steve's wrists once more, waiting for the inevitable.
"I have to. This isn't a real punishment if I don't get the worst spot on you," Steve smiled once more, a bigger, brighter one this time. And both hands wreaked havoc on Tony's belly. One hand vibrated its claw shape right in the middle and the other slipped under said tight shirt that had already risen up and was scratching at the tender skin across Tony's waistband.
Now Tony really did scream. His laughter rung out loud and clear and his arms couldn't do a thing. He tried hunching forward, falling to the floor, considered head-butting Steve for a hot second there, but nothing came to fruition. Tony laughed so hard he snorted as Steve's fingers finally lifted off his very ticklish torso.
"Gohohod," Tony snorted again and he hated it, "You're even more of an asshole than me, old man," he was breathing heavily, wiping sweat from his brow. He watched as Steve was walking out of his lab.
"Maybe you just needed a little lightening of your spirits," Steve said in return and before he got in the elevator to go back upstairs, he added, "I hope you've learned your lesson."
Tony gave Steve a thumbs up followed by a very pronounced middle finger. Steve laughed as the elevator doors closed and Tony huffed out a chuckle. Maybe he did need that. Hm, tickle punishment works. Who knew?
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It’s here! It’s finally here! Sorry it took so long, life got hectic and I didn’t have the motivation to write. I hope you enjoy.
Old Man
Summary: The reader is a lab assistant with the Avengers. After growing close with the team, teasing about two super soldiers old age is a favorite past time. That is until the two “old men” decide that a lesson needs to be learned. LerSteve Rogers, Ler!Bucky Barnes, Lee!Reader
Warning: Mild swearing, mostly fluff
Word Count: 1,986
It was 4pm and you were way past your time for a break. You’d been in the lab since 6 am. Ever since Mr. Stark and Mr. Banner brought you on as their lab tech you had grown close with the whole team. They had brought you in about 6 months prior. It took awhile for you to come out of your lab rat shell but in time, you became a part of the family.
You sighed taking off your lab coat and tossing it over the chair. “I think I need a break. If I stare at that microscope any longer my eyes are going to fall out of my head.”
Bruce chuckled. “I agree Y/N go get something to eat. You’ve done great work today.” he said with a quick wave before turning back to his project. That man worked more than you did.
With a smile you grabbed your bag and headed out the door, only to collide head first into a super soldier. Looking up, it was Steve.
“Oh! I’m so sorry Y/N! Are you alright?” he asked concerned.
A smile smile tugged at the corner of your lips. You never missed an opportunity to tease one of the team members. They’d grown use to your cheekiness. “Ugh I guess so. It’s just these old geezers around here need to watch where they’re going.”
“I-HEY!” he said crossing his arms in a pout. “That’s not very nice.”
A full fledged smile spread your face now. “Who said I was nice?” you quipped.
Steve narrowed his eyes playfully at you. “Watch it.” he said he pointing a finger in your face. Sending a wink in your direction he continued down the hall.
You entered the compound kitchen, desperately trying to find a snack. Long hours in the lab made you hungry and you wanted a snack.
“Whatcha looking for?” a deep voice chirped behind you, making you jump.
You turned around to see Bucky in the kitchen, his arm resting on the island counter.
“Good grief Bucky. You’re quiet for an old man. I expected a dinosaur to make a bit more noise.” You grinned turning back to the fridge.
You heard Bucky gasp as you giggled, rummaging through the fridge for your snack. Pulling out some fruit you sat on the bar stool, glancing over at Bucky who still had his mouth slightly agape at your sass.
“What?” you asked innocently with a hint of mischief behind your eyes.
“Did you….” he paused dramatically for a moment. “call me OLD?!” he said putting his hand to his chest.
You giggled and shrugged your shoulders. “Hey I didn’t say exactly that but if the shoe fits!”
“You are full of sass today little one. You’re gonna get yourself in trouble.” he said pointing a finger warningly but teasingly at you.
“Who’s in trouble?” Tony asked entering the kitchen as the exchange between you and Bucky was happening.
Bucky chuckled darkly, his eyes twinkling. “This little punk over here called me old!”
Tony threw his head back in a deep laugh before giving you a high five of approval.
Bucky huffed crossing his arms. “I think Y/N has been spending too much time with you, Stark. Your sarcastic nature is rubbing off.”
Tony shrugged and nudged you with a smile. “I see nothing wrong with that.” he said before patting Bucky on the shoulder as he exited the room.
You took the cue to follow Stark out of the kitchen. As you passed Bucky you grinned as you shoved a strawberry in your mouth.
“You’re starting something I might have to finish.” Bucky said towering over you with a devious smirk on his face.
“You don’t scare me, Buck. You’d never hurt me.”
Bucky rolled his eyes with a chuckle. “Who said anything about hurting you?” before reaching forward, spidering his hands up and down your sides, eliciting high pitched giggles to spill from your mouth.
“he-HEY! What was that for?!”
“I wanted to see if you’re ticklish.” Bucky said with a grin. “Looks like you are. What a discovery!” he said skittering his fingers across your tummy making you squeal and twist away.
“Bu-BUCKY! QUHIHIT IT!” you said smacking his hand as you jumped out of his reach.
Bucky ceased his attack but still had a mischievous smirk on his face.
“A few of us are in the common room. We’re planning a movie night. Do you want to join us?” He asked as the two of you exited the kitchen.
You shrugged. “I’d love to but I should probably get back to the lab. Banner is probably wondering where I am. We have an important test to run.”
Bucky put his arm around you and looked at you with puppy dog eyes. “Aw come on Y/N! You work too hard. Take a break and hang out with your friends. Banner will survive without his assistant.”
“I don’t know….” you said.
Your work was important to you and being chosen to work at Avengers Compound was a dream come true. It was a bit intimidating working alongside literal super heroes so you wanted to make the best impression possible.
You gave Bucky a small smile. “Let me swing by the lab and make sure I’m not needed. I’ll meet you in the common room.”
Bucky nodded, satisfied with that answer. “Alright, doll. I’ll let the others know you’re joining us.”
Bucky exited the kitchen, headed to the common room, while you made your way back to the lab. Bruce was still in there to no surprise but you didn’t see Tony. After Bruce assuring you that he was fine on his own, you made your way back down to the common room where you saw everyone getting settled in. You walked in to see Wanda and Vision curled up on a loveseat together, Steve and Bucky where on either end of the long couch while Peter was stretched out on the floor with a pillow under his chest.
“Y/N!” Vision said cheerfully. “Do join us.” he motioned you into the room.
Peter looked up from his spot on the floor and gave you a friendly smile and wave. It was nice to have someone closer in age to you around. While you were a few years older than the spider kid, it was still nice to not be the only “kid” around.
You sat in between Bucky and Steve, a decision you would soon regret.
Halfway through the movie, a scene happened where it was taking place in an era that was far before either of the super soldiers time, but you couldn’t resist a jab. You smirked and leaned towards Steve.
“So what was it like back then?”
“Hey!” Steve said with a hand on his chest. “I’m not THAT old!” He said with a jab to your side.
Giggles bubbled in your throat. Steve raised his eyebrows with a smirk.
Bucky leaned over hearing the commotion. “Hush! I’m trying to watch.”
Steve put his hands up in defense. “It wasn’t me dude! Y/N is making fun of my age! I may be old but I’m not THAT old!”
A mischievous smile graced Bucky’s face. “You’re not the only one getting the sass. I think someone needs to be taught a lesson in respecting elders. What do you think Rogers?”
Catching on to the teasing tone in his voice Steve shared the mischievous smirk. You were in deep shit. As you attempted to bolt from the couch a pair of strong arms yanked you back down, holding you in place.
“And just where do you think you’re going little one?” Steve teased as you squirmed in his arms with a giggle trying to break free.
“Ya know Rogers, I found out something about Y/N!” Bucky said before giving your sides a firm squeeze, eliciting a stream of giggles.
Steve’s eyes lit up. “You’re ticklish?! Why didn’t we know this before?!”
“Behehehcause!” you said giggling pushing at Bucky’s hands. “Why wouhohould I share thaahahat?”
“Well maybe this will teach you to watch your sass around us little one.” Steve said digging into your ribs from behind. A shriek of laughter made the whole room turn to look at you.
“Guhuhuhys! Plehehehase!” You tried with all your might to get out Steve’s grip, to no avail. “Ihihim sohohohorry!”
Bucky shook his head with a smile, still squeezing your sides and spidering over your tummy, endless giggles spilling from your mouth as you kicked your legs wildly.
“I don’t know. I’m not sure I believe you. How about you Steve?”
Steve shook his head in agreement. “Nah I don’t think so either.” The super soldiers talking to each other as if you weren’t there was driving you crazy. The teasing was too much.
Bucky chuckled. “Maybe if I squeeze riiiiiight……here.” he said before furiously digging into your hip bone, causing a deep belly laughter to erupt.
“NAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHASE STAHAHAHAP! SOMEONE HEHEHELP MEHEHEH!” you bucked trying to escape but Steve held you tightly.
“Oh! I think we found a bad spot.” Steve teased continuing to spider up your ribs and under your arms.
Everyone in the room shook their heads. They did not want to get in the middle of that. Especially Peter who was often the target of tickle attacks. Being the youngest of the bunch he himself was often a target for incessant teasing.
“Sorry Y/N!!” Peter shouted from his spot on the floor. “You did this to yourself!”
“I hahahate youhoho!” your laughter raising in octaves with each squeeze and poke.
“You HATE us?!” Bucky gasped feigning hurt. “Clearly you haven’t learned your lesson! I think we need to pull out the big guns, what do you say Rogers?”
“Nohohoho! Ihihihim sohohorry!! Ihihihim sohohohory!” you squealed throwing your head back in deep belly laughter.
“Ready Buck?” Steve said with a smirk.
“Aye Aye Cap’n!” Bucky bellowed before the two men leaned down to either side of your neck blowing raspberry after raspberry. It was torture, their scratchy beards mixed with the tickly raspberries was too much. You screamed in laughter before tears spilled from your eyes and your laughter went silent. After a moment, they let up, deciding you had suffered enough.
You laid there for a moment, your body still shaking from residual giggles trying to get rid of the ghost tickles that still covered your body.
“Yohuhu two are the wohohorst!” you said covering your face to hide the blush that filled your cheeks.
The two super soldiers chuckled as Steve helped you sit up. “Maybe, but now you know what happens when you mess with two super soldiers.” he said with a wink.
You looked at everyone else in the room, who were clearly amused by what had happened. “Y’all suck! No one tried to help me!”
“Sorry Y/N!” Wanda chimed in “I wasn’t getting in the middle of that.” she said with a laugh. “Vis gets me enough, I don’t even want to try to fight those two.”
“Yes it is true.” Vision said with a small smile. “It does seem you, as the young spider boy pointed out, did it to yourself.”
You huffed and crossed your arms. Bucky raised his eyebrows as he leaned over to look you in the eyes. “Shall we go for round two or is the sass master done for now?” he said wiggling his fingers teasingly.
“Nohoho! No mohohore!” you said giggling holding up your hands in defense.
Bucky lowered his hands but leaned forward so he hovering over you slightly. “Watch yourself little one. Now everyone knows your weakness.” he said with a final poke and a gentle kiss on your forehead.
You settled back into the couch, leaning on Steve’s shoulder and smiled to yourself. You hadn’t exactly hated that and you were already plotting how to make it happen again.
Revenge is sweet.
#marvel tickle#mcu tickle#ticklish reader#avengers tickle#steve rogers x reader#bucky x reader#lee!reader#ler!bucky#ler!steverogers#tickle fluff#avengers tickle fic#captain america#the winter soldier
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could u do a fic maybe where peter and reader keep briefly ticking people in the compound, just like squeezing their side or poking them and eventually they get steve who gets revenge ? thanks!
Hello anon! Thank you for this request! I'm sorry it took so long to get to, but I hope you enjoy!
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“Let’s get Natasha first,” Peter whispered to you, as the two of you were hiding behind the couch, waiting for the perfect time to attack.
“No way. She’ll catch us so quickly and turn the tables in a flash,” you whisper-yelled back, as your eyes fixated on a different target.
You and Peter looked at each other and nodded in unison, as you both sprung out from behind the couch and ran towards Yelena and Kate at full speed. The blonde and brunette were currently arguing over whether hot sauce belonged on mac and cheese.
“Hot sauce is the main condiment used on all foods,” Yelena insisted, while the brunette wrinkled her nose in disgust.
“No one puts hot sauce on mac and cheese. If they do, they have just as bad of taste as you,” Kate shot back, putting her hands on her hips defiantly.
“Hmm, I guess I do have bad taste then, since I’m wasting time talking to you,” Yelena snarked back.
Just as Kate was getting ready to slap Yelena again, she let out a yelp and jerked her arm down, as Peter squeezed her side and ran off. Meanwhile, you had just poked Yelena in the ribs, causing the blonde to shriek and jump away.
You and Peter ran off while giggling in glee with your success. Kate and Yelena turned to glare at the two of you, but you guys were already sprinting down the long hallway, getting away quickly before they could try to impose any sort of revenge.
“You should’ve seen the looks on their faces,” you said, while giggling breathlessly in an attempt to catch your breath.
“Did you hear their reactions?” Peter replied, while face-palm laughing.
The two of you laughed for a little more, before discussing who your next target would be.
“I saw Clint and Wanda talking earlier together, so we may be able to go after them,” you suggested.
Peter peeked out the door of the room you two were hiding in.
“They’re still talking together, so maybe we can get them!” Peter said excitedly.
“I’ll get Wanda and you get Clint,” you told Peter, as he nodded in agreement.
The two of you snuck out once again, tiptoeing through the compound.
“Where did Y/N and Peter go?” Wanda asked Clint.
“Beats me. Most likely they’re up to no good again,” Clint replied with a chuckle.
Before Wanda could respond, she felt five fingers wiggling lightly on the back of her neck, causing her to squeal and squirm away.
“Aaahh, Y/N whahahat ahahahre yohohou dohohoing,” the witch giggled out, as she shrugged her shoulders upwards to protect herself.
“Just letting you know that I’m right here,” you replied cheekily, running off before she could do anything.
Meanwhile, Peter had just tickled Clint in his armpit, causing him to spill the drink in his cup. Luckily it was just water, so it was easy to clean up.
You two, once again, ran off, shouting with laughter like little kids, while Clint and Wanda both sighed with fond eye rolls.
The two of you now sat on the stairs, whispering on how to get your last two targets, Natasha and Steve, who were currently playing a game of uno.
“DRAW FOUR!” Steve yelled out excitedly, as Natasha drew four cards, clearly annoyed because she was about to win.
“Just you wait, Rogers. I wouldn’t get all excited just yet,” Natasha replied with a wicked grin, as she then played a draw four card of her own, which she had just drawn from the pile.
Steve groaned, adding to the pile of cards in his hand. Currently, Steve was facing you guys and could see your faces, while Natasha had her back to you two on the couch. Steve knew what you guys were planning, so he pointed discreetly at Natasha and gave a nod. Little did he know that you two were planning on going after both of them.
Steve drew out his turn, pretending that he wasn’t sure of what card to play, as Natasha grew impatient.
“C’mon Steve, just play whatever you have. We both know you’re gonna lose,” the redhead stated, as a smirk played on her lips.
With that distraction, you pounced on Natasha and dug your fingers into her sides quickly, before attempting to escape. Meanwhile, Peter had just attacked Steve as well.
Their laughter mixed together, as you and Peter attempted to escape. Unfortunately, Natasha was quicker and snatched you before you could escape. Steve had already gotten to work, pinning Peter to the other side of the couch and tickling him to pieces.
“STAHAHAHAP PLEHEHEHEASE IHIHIM SOHOHOHRRY,” Peter cried out, as Steve tickled his stomach and sides.
“Apologizing already? Sounds like you’re just trying to get out of this,” Steve said, a silly grin playing on his lips, as he reached back to squeeze his knees.
Peter kicked out with a squeal, twisting and squirming to get away. Meanwhile, Natasha had you in a tight grip, not letting you escape at all.
Steve now attacked Peter’s armpits, causing the poor boy to scream with laughter.
“NOHOHOHO NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE PLEHEHEHEASE IHIHIHIT WAHAHAHS Y/N’S IDEAHAHAHA!” Peter cried out, desperate to escape.
Your eyes widened at the sudden betrayal, as you turned around to see the smirk on Natasha’s face.
“Well then it seems like I should punish you too, right?” Natasha asked, pulling you tighter into her lap and using her right hand to dig into your ribs.
You jerked immediately, trying your best to curl up and protect yourself, but not without falling into helpless giggles and laughter.
“NATAHAHAHSHA YOHOHOU JEHEHEHERK LEHEHEHT MEHEHEHE GOHOHO,” you shouted, as her hand then traveled down to your hips, squeezing the soft part right above it.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLES,” you squealed out.
Steve had now let Peter go, leaving him to catch his breath, as he moved over to where you and Natasha were.
“Getting a head start are we?” Steve asked with a grin. With that, Steve and Natasha didn’t even need words to properly communicate, as Steve stretched you out on the couch, and Natasha held your hands above your head.
“NO! I’ve had enough! I learned my lesson! Please don’t do this,” you whined, not wanting to be tickled to pieces like Peter did.
“Then you should’ve thought about the consequences before you did this,” Steve said, sitting on your legs and turning to tickle your bare feet.
“OHOHO GOHOHOHOD NOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE,” you screamed out, curling your toes up as Steve got near your toes.
“Looks like these little piggies need to be tickled,” Steve commented, as he lightly scratched underneath your toes.
You squealed with laughter, shutting your eyes, but still knowing that Natasha was looking at you with that frustrating smirk of hers.
Steve then turned around and began to tickle both of your armpits, as you were unable to pull them down, thanks to Natasha’s strong grip on your arms.
“STAHAHAHAP IHIHIH’LL DOHOHOHO ANYTHIHIHING,” you begged desperately.
“Hold on Y/N, just one more thing,” Natasha said with an evil grin. With that, she let your arms go, as she dug into your ribs, while Steve used one hand to tickle your stomach, and the other to squeeze at the sensitive part on your inner thigh.
Your laughter fell silent, as you were unable to laugh loudly anymore, waiting for their tickles to be over.
When they felt you had enough, they let you go, both grinning at your flushed cheeks and messy hair.
“Oh Y/N, when will you ever learn your lesson,” Natasha said, patting your back gently.
“Never, obviously,” you said with an eye roll, earning you a poke to the side.
“I hope you kids learned your lesson. You know the consequences if you try this again,” Steve said, giving you two a playful warning look.
You and Peter locked eyes, both knowing that the next event of mischief was bound to happen very soon, but only after you two had recovered from the wrecking you had both received.
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Okay, but like imagine if there was an Umbrella Academy as random characters from other fandoms. Like:
Steve Rogers as Luther
Jack Frost as Diego
Poison Ivy as Allison
Megamind as Klaus
Doctor Who as Five
Tadashi as Ben
The Once-Ler as Victor
And finally Gandalf as The Dad Guy
#the umbrella academy#steve rogers#poison ivy#jack frost#megamind#doctor who#tadashi hamada#onceler#gandalf
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Masterlist
Here you can find all the fanfics I have written. Feel free to reboot, like and comment on whatever you enjoyed reading. You can find all of them on Ao3 too.
Short Info: All relationships in my fics are strongly platonic and without sexual themes unless explicitly stated otherwise.
Marvel
So, you got Detention - Lee! Peter Parker / Ler! Steve Rogers (Read on Ao3)
Hey Mister Villain - Lee! Peter Parker / Ler! Tony Stark (Read on Ao3)
The Big Bad Wolf And The Itsy Bitsy Spider - Lee! Peter Parker / Ler! Bucky (Read on Ao3)
Suit Up - Lee! Peter Parker / Ler! Ned (Read on Ao3)
No Spilling Secrets - Lee! Peter Parker / Ler! Clint, Sam, Bucky (Read on Ao3)
Non-Tickle Fics
Marvel
An Enemy? A Friend? No, just your friendly neighborhood Spiderman.
Chapter: 1, 2, 3
Summary:
Are the Avengers a Team? Yes.
Are they on good terms? Not necessarily.
Has the public caught up on that? Maybe a little.
When Fury sends the team on the mission to investigate the identity of New York's favorite vigilante, they have to learn to work as a team and not damage their already battered image. Or, the story of how the Avengers have to earn the public's trust back with the help of a certain crime fighting Spider.
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Captain purple
A/n: A big thank you to the anon who sent me a bunch of ideas, it was such a huge help! I hope y'all enjoy it!😊
You loved pranking your big brother, Steve.
Favorite past time ever and you had gotten good at it, if I do say so myself.
So when you get bored from your homework that was spread out over you desk you grabbed a bottle of purple hair dye (don't ask why you have that) and sneaked into Steve's rooms which was across the hall from yours.
Quiet like a mouse you tip toe into his bathroom and put the ENTIRE bottle of hair dye in his shampoo, you carefully put it back to where he placed it and ran into your room again.
After doing some homework (lies) you got a call to hang out with your friends so you quickly grabbed your jacket and shoes before running downstairs.
Just hearing the shower running in Steve's room.
"Hey Y/N your brother is on tv"! Your best friend Sarah called out (you can change this if this is your name) as you all were sitting in a cafe.
You turned around and nearly spat out your drink, Steve was giving an interview about the next moves for the avengers... With bright purple hair.
"Oh my god it was a permanent hair dye" you said before rolling with laughter, the caption under the interview said 'captain purple' which didn't help you laughter.
"I can't breathe"! Your friends called out over their laughter since they had met your brother multiple times.
"Oh I'm in so much trouble when I get home" you said with wide eyes as your laughing calmed down.
A few hours later you sneak back into the tower, hoping to avoid Steve but luck wasn't on your side.
Just as you unlock your room in the tower and walk in you see Steve standing there in the middle of the room with his arms crossed.
He would have been very intimidating.
If it wasn't for his bright purple hair.
You look at him with pursed lips trying not to laugh, but one more look at him got you giggling.
"You know I had to give a very serious speech on tv, yet no one took me seriously" Steve said as he walked over to you.
"I wonder why" you giggle as you look up at him.
"oh I'll give you something to laugh about" he said with a playful growl and ran towards you before throwing you over his shoulder.
"Steve put me down"!
He just chuckled and walked into the living room before throwing you gently on to the couch, sitting down on your thighs to keep you pinned.
"What are you doing?" You said confused as you looked up at him.
"Remember what I used to do when we were little and you were causing trouble around the neighborhood"? Steve asked innocently as he lightly traced your tummy.
You stared up at him with wide eyes, he couldn't possibly remember that, no absolutely not.
"Oh I see you remember" he said with a grin
"I'm not ticklish anymore stevEEKHIHI" you shrieked as he suddenly digged into your sides.
"Right, because that sounded convincing" He said sarcastic before looking at you with a smirk that could match Loki's.
"No don't you dareHIHIHIHI STOPHAHAH ITHIHIH" you burst out laughing and squirmed around trying to escape his ticklish fingers that danced over your ribs.
Steve laughed menacingly and leaned down to blow a raspberry in your neck, rubbing his beard over your neck.
You absolutely went mad with laughter and trashed around.
"DAMM YOU AHHHAHAHAHA"!!
"Language"
This went on forever until he decided to give you a breather and let you sit up.
"Now are you going to apologize?" He asked with a raised eyebrow as he got off of you.
"I'm sorryhihihi" you apologized through the remaining giggles.
You looked at him when you got your breath back and repeated it "I'm sorry... Captain Purple" you grinned before sprinting away.
"Get back here Y/N" Steve yelled and ran after you with a smile on his lips, he was so happy to finally spend time with his little sister and make up for the time you guys lost, like the big brother he is.
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Embracing Yourself
word count: 4,500
pairing: bucky x gn!reader (established relationship) / steve rogers x reader (platonic)
cw: hurt/comfort, mild swearing
summary: After getting braces, you find it hard to be yourself. Smiling and laughing doesn't feel like it used to. But Bucky and Steve are there to help you find a little bit of joy.
author's note: this prompt was so easy and fun to write! thank you to @writer-of-things26 for the original prompt! I hope this brings you a bit of comfort. and thanks to the sweet anon who asked for some raspberries! hope you enjoy!
*side note* I’ve never had braces, so excuse any inconsistencies! I did a bit of research but still might have gotten a few things wrong!
“When is your appointment, doll?” Bucky asked as he sat a plate of breakfast down in front of you. You smiled at him and puckered your lips, prompting him to give you a kiss. He did so without any hesitation, then gave you an extra peck onto your forehead.
“It’s at 11, so I have to leave soon,” You answered before taking a bite of Bucky’s famous eggs. To stop yourself from moaning in delight, you sipped on your coffee, watching your boyfriend intently as he made his own breakfast.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you? I can take the day. Steve won’t mind,” He said. You let a breathy laugh come through your nose.
“Buck, it’s a simple dentist appointment. I can handle myself, you know.”
Bucky plated his food and sat down at the table next to you, reaching for your hand to grab it in his own. “I know. Maybe I’m projecting my fear onto you. I hate the dentist.”
“Well, I’ll go with you next time, then,” You giggled. “I can’t have my man being scared!”
Bucky rolled his eyes, letting go of your hand to dig into your side briefly. “The lethal Winter Soldier doesn’t appreciate that sort of cheek.”
Arching away from him, you laughed, “Yeah, well, I don’t see him around. I only see the lovely Bucky Barnes.” You stood from the kitchen table and gave him a peck on the cheek. “Go train with Steve. I’ll be back before you know it.”
“Promise?”
You set your plate into the sink and turned to look at your boyfriend. “Promise,” you smiled.
The appointment was more than just a cleaning. You were finally getting a consult on your Invisalign to help straighten your teeth. You had always been confident; in the way you dressed, the way you held yourself, a few facial features. Though, the one thing you’d been insecure about your entire life was your smile.
Your teeth weren’t abnormally crooked, but they were just crooked enough to stop you from showing them if you were consciously thinking about it. Most of the time, the thought didn’t cross your mind, so you would smile and laugh just as anyone would. But on the off day that you did think about it, well, it was hard to pull you out of that mindset.
Your warm smiles turned into small grins or even no grins at all. Your vibrant laugh morphed into a breathy one, where all you did was turn up the corner of your mouth and let a puff of air shoot through your nose.
Bucky had expressed on multiple occasions that he adored your smile, that it was one of his favorite things about you, but no matter how much you wanted to take those words and root them in your psyche, you couldn’t. Your teeth would always be your number one insecurity.
As you got dressed, on the drive over, sitting in the lobby, and settling yourself into the dental chair—you were shaking. Maybe you should have taken Bucky up on his offer to come with you.
No. You wanted it to be a surprise. He’d love you either way, Invisalign or no Invisalign, but Bucky loved to see you happy. He loved to see you get exactly what you wanted.
“Hi!” A young, blonde woman greeted you as she waltzed into the room. “I’m Dr. Sherwood. I’ll be your consultant for the day.”
“Hi,” You replied, smiling politely and shaking her hand. “Thank you for taking the time to see me.”
“Of course! I hear you’re interested in Invisalign?”
“Yeah, uh, my teeth have been crooked for too long, so I’m hoping to fix it,” You laughed nervously, shrugging. Dr. Sherwood smiled and nodded.
“That’s completely understandable. I hear that from a lot of patients. Let’s just get some x-rays of your teeth so we can get started, alright?” She looked to you for confirmation. You agreed with a slight nod of your head and leaned back into the chair.
The doctor was silent for the duration of the x-rays, looking them over and analyzing them thoroughly. The clicks of the computer mouse and the wheels of her rolling chair were almost deafening as she slid back and forth between you and the computer.
“Okay, so,” She began, swiveling around to face you. “I have some good news and bad news.” In an instant, all of the color drained from your face. Dr. Sherwood cleared her throat before continuing on. “The bad news is that I cannot fit you with Invisalign at the moment. Before we can do that step, you’ll need braces. The good news is that you won’t need them for too long. 6 months to a year at most.”
The doctor must have seen how close you were to crying because she placed a hand on your forearm and gave you a firm look. “It’s not the end of the world. Plus, if you don’t want them, you don’t have to get them. However, the only way you can be fitted with Invisalign going forward is if you get the braces.”
Letting out a shaky breath, your head fell back against the chair. How important was straight teeth to you? Important enough to want Invisalign, but probably not enough to get braces. Many of your friends and family had braces growing up. Key word: growing up. You were an adult well into your 20s and not once have you seen an adult with braces.
You cursed yourself for not begging your parents to get your teeth fixed in your teen years, now having to struggle between living with your insecurity forever or living with an even bigger insecurity for a year.
“There’s really no other option?” You double checked. Dr. Sherwood smiled sympathetically, almost pitifully, and shook her head.
“I’m afraid not. I can give you some time to make a decision if you’d like. We can set up another appointment for next week.”
“No,” You said almost too quickly. You shut your eyes and sighed in defeat. “Only a year?”
“That’s worst-case scenario. I think we can get you out of them before the new year,” Dr. Sherwood assured you. “Then we can switch you over to Invisalign until your teeth are exactly the way you want them.”
Less than a year. You could do this.
“Sure, let’s do it.”
An hour or two later, after looking in the mirror, you realized you most definitely couldn’t do this. But there was no going back. Bulky metal surrounded your teeth. Pain. A sting of pain settled into your jaw as you tried opening and closing your mouth.
You thanked the doctor after she’d told you the products you’d need to take care of your new asset, then headed out to the reception desk, handling your co-pay without a word. It hurt to talk anyway. All you could muster at the moment were a few hums and nods.
The inner battle you were fighting—between crying to Bucky or never showing your face again—was distracting as you drove home. You told him you’d come to the compound after your appointment, but the only thing worse than Bucky seeing your braces was all of his friends seeing your braces, too.
So, for now, you’d go back home and get all your emotions out. Mourn the loss of your brace-less face.
Crying silently, you entered your small New York City apartment, immediately staring into the full-length mirror that stood next to the door. Your cheeks were a bit inflamed; not as bad as when you had gotten your wisdom teeth taken out, but still noticeable. You begrudgingly “smiled” to see the metal, wincing slightly as you moved your mouth.
You hated this. This was not what you wanted.
Sure, it would eventually get you to where you needed to be, but the thought of living with braces for the rest of the year made you completely uneasy.
Feeling nauseous from the crying and the pain, you chugged over to your soft brown couch, gently laying down and taking deep breaths to center yourself.
You hadn’t known when you fell asleep nor did you know how long you’d slept when you heard the familiar sound of keys jangling at your front door. You groaned, pulling the throw pillow from behind your head to cover your face.
“Doll?” Bucky called out once he shut the door. “I’m home!” You heard his footsteps walk into the kitchen, throwing his wallet and keys into the bowl on the island. “Where are you?”
Sighing, you raised your hand in the air. “Over here,” You mumbled from under the pillow. Those same footsteps got louder as he came to meet you over on the couch.
“Did you take a nap?” He chuckled in amusement. You nodded. “How did your dentist appointment go?”
Ah. The dreaded question. “Terrible,” Your voice broke—unwillingly—and your pressed your palms harder against the throw pillow to keep it smushed against your face. Bucky’s fingers found your forearm, rubbing it gently, and that touch of his was all you needed to break.
You let out a broken sob, shifting your arm so that your hand could find his, then squeezed it as tight as you could.
“What’s wrong, doll? Tell me what happened.”
Your other hand pushed the pillow away, your eyes squinting as the light hit them. Another cry ripped through your chest and your covered your mouth in embarrassment. “I went to the d-dentist to get Invisalign to help straighten my teeth and I didn’t t-tell you because I wanted it to be a surprise, but the doctor said that I c-couldn’t get it without having braces first and now I have braces and I feel s-so ugly and I hate them.”
You caught how Bucky’s head seemed to spin at how fast that run-on sentence had escaped from your mouth, so you reluctantly removed your hand. “I hate them.”
His reaction was instant. His eyes widened and his free hand found your cheek, but you pushed it away fervidly. “Hey, hey…” Bucky lightly grabbed at your wrist. “It’s okay.”
“It’s not, Bucky!” You yelled through your tears. More at yourself than at him, which you knew that he knew. “I- I’m so ugly and they’re distracting and unattractive and I should h-have just said no and dealt with my stupid crooked teeth.”
“Sweetheart,” Bucky drawled out, making his way around the couch and lifting your legs to take the spot where they resided, setting them back down onto his lap. “They are not ugly. You are not ugly. Never have been, never will be.”
“Y-you’re just saying that.”
“I’m not,” he whispered. His hand found your thigh, rubbing it gently as to comfort you. “You’re so beautiful, doll, with or without the braces.”
“But Bucky… I- they’re…”
“They’re wonderful. They’re getting you one step closer to where you wanted to be. I just hope you know that you didn’t have to straighten your teeth at all. I loved them before, too,” Bucky said. “Sit up for me?”
It wasn’t so much of an order as it was a question. Bucky was asking you rather than telling you. He was giving you the chance to say no. But one look into those irresistible blue eyes of his and you’d comply.
Sniffling a bit, you pushed yourself upright, suddenly face to face with the super soldier. His look was empathetic, still with a hint of pity, but it was sincere, nonetheless.
“You are so beautiful,” Bucky hesitantly brought his hand back up to your cheek and this time you let him; his touch sending shivers down your spine. “One of the most beautiful people I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. Braces or not, that’s not going to change.”
You nuzzled into his palm as a fresh bout of tears began streaming down your face. “I just don’t feel like me anymore.”
Bucky wiped away a few stray tears off your cheeks, smiling at you sadly. “You probably won’t for a while. It’s a new change that you weren’t prepared for, but it doesn’t change how I see you.”
Leaning forward, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, then with a glance into your eyes to ask for consent, he placed the tiniest peck onto your lips. You couldn’t bring yourself to kiss him back, even though you wanted to. Bucky seemed to catch on to that fact, drawing back and instead, running the pad of his thumb over your mouth.
He wasn’t hurt. His ego wasn’t bruised. He knew you’d need time. Time to process, time to accept, time to heal. And for you, he’d wait.
Over the course of a month or two, you’d stopped feeling so self-conscious about your braces. You’d kiss Bucky the way you used to, though it was hard to get used to the feeling of the metal scraping against the inside of your mouth.
It was still tough for Bucky to get you to laugh normally. Every once in a while, he’d say something funny and you’d immediately fall into giggles, but once your brain caught up with your reaction, you’d cover your mouth or just stop laughing all together.
Bucky missed your laugh. God, he missed it more than words could say, but he knew the wound was still fresh. You’d come around in time.
But as time went on, you only seemed to become more insecure about your smile. It broke Bucky’s heart to see you so upset about something he loved dearly. He needed to do something—something to help you see how truly wonderful your smile and laugh is.
He didn’t have to wait long. The scenario set itself up perfectly two days later, and he didn’t even have to do the work.
You’d just come back from your orthodontist, checking to see if everything was on track, when you’d settled yourself in between Bucky and Steve on the three-seater couch.
You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest and leaning your head back against the cushions.
“What’s up, doll?” Bucky asked, squeezing your thigh comfortingly.
“I have to keep these godforsaken braces on until January,” you complained, bringing your hand up to place your thumb and middle finger onto your temples, hoping to massage the stress away.
“Well, that’s good, right? That’s what you were hoping for.”
“Yeah, I guess,” You grumbled. “I just want them gone. I hate them.”
“I know you didn’t ask and I know I’m basically third-wheeling here, but I think you look great with braces,” Steve spoke up, his eyes never leaving his newspaper. You side-eyed him, then turned your head towards Bucky.
“Did you pay him to say that?” You asked, only half-teasing. Bucky snickered in response, shaking his head. You twisted back to Steve and gave him a non-threatening glare. “First of all, you’re right, no one asked, and secondly, what are you even doing in my house?”
These kind of comments between you and Steve were common. Once you started dating Bucky, you found yourself hanging with Steve more often than not since he was your boyfriends best friend. The two of you fell into a playful friendship; teasing each other for the stupidest of things. You’d comment on his age and he’d bite back with how he could snap you like a twig.
It was all in good fun and you loved Steve, just as Bucky did.
“Bucky invited me over so he wouldn’t have to deal with your insufferable attitude alone,” Steve finally folded the newspaper and set it down on the coffee table in front of him. “And forgive me for trying to be nice.”
He punctuated his final word with a harsh squeeze to your knee and your leg kicked out in reaction. What could only be described as a squeak burst from your lips and Bucky, who watched from the sidelines, was struck with an idea.
He hadn’t forgotten how unbearably ticklish you were, but in the months you’d been so down on yourself, he couldn’t bring himself to be as playful as he used to be with you. He wanted to be there for you in comfort and never wanted to push any boundaries you may have had.
But if you were so quick to tease Steve, maybe this was exactly what you needed.
“Steve!” You scolded, swatting at his hand. Steve only grinned and shrugged, looking over at Bucky to see a mischievous expression on his face. You had already gone back to crossing your arms over your chest with your head back against the cushions and your eyes closed, giving the boys the perfect opportunity to plan their attack.
A raise of an eyebrow from Steve, a glance over to you from Bucky. A nod of understanding from Steve, a silent chuckle from Bucky.
Bucky exhaled out exasperatingly, turning his body more towards you, tucking a leg underneath him. “Doll, what do I have to do to get you to agree how adorable you look with braces?”
You let out a laugh, but it was one of disdain. “Ha! That’s funny, Buck.”
“Nothing?” Steve questioned you. With your eyes still shut, you shook your head.
“An enemy could hold me at gunpoint and I still don’t think I’d agree.”
“That’s bold,” the blond super soldier declared, adopting Bucky’s position. “You hear that, Buck?”
“I heard, Steve,” Bucky replied, a smirk evident in his tone of voice. You didn’t like that one bit. Now on your guard, your eyes shot open, looking in between the two men warily. “I think we can get ‘em to agree, though.”
“Definitely.”
Without warning, Steve had grabbed your shoulders at the same time Bucky had grabbed your legs, swiftly twisting you on the couch so that your upper body was laid in Steve’s lap; arms rendered immobile once he’d held on tight.
“Guys!” You yelled, attempting to squirm away. “Guys, no!”
Bucky positioned your legs underneath one of his thighs, which was enough weight to pin you to the sofa completely. “All I’m asking is for you to admit that you’re beautiful with braces.”
“Well, you’re asking too much of mehe!” You anxiously giggled, giving another hard tug at your arms. Steve smiled down at you, holding your wrists against his stomach.
“Sounds like they’re egging you on, Bucky. You gonna let that slide?” Steve glanced up at his friend, who scrunched up his face and shook his head.
“Nah,” Bucky said before lightly pinching at your thighs. You clamped your mouth shut immediately, not wanting to give in to their tricks. With a stupidly wide smile on your face, you shook your legs violently to try and deter him off target.
“Buhuck!” You growled through gritted teeth. He squeezed up and down your legs, watching you intently to try and find a spot that would make you crack. You were tough, he had to admit. When you set your mind to something, it was hard to get you to change it.
Switching techniques to catch you off guard, Bucky began digging into your belly through your soft t-shirt, smiling once you squealed and threw your head back into Steve. Still, your mouth stayed closed as you shook with silent giggles.
“I don’t think it’s working,” Bucky pondered. “Steve, will you give me a hand?”
You gasped, “No!”
“Absolutely!” Steve exclaimed. He put both of your wrists into his left hand so that he could wiggle one single finger into your armpit with the other. That, along with Bucky’s relentlessness, sent you into a proper fit of laughter.
“Dohon’t! Steheve!” You hopelessly yanked on your arms, arching away from that damned finger, but it was useless. It only followed you no matter which way you turned or twisted. “Buhucky! Call ohohoff your guard dohog!”
“Guard dog?” Steve gasped incredulously, narrowing his eyes at you. He clicked his tongue and spidered all 5 fingers into the hollow of your underarm, causing you to arch your back and screech. “You’re just asking for it, now.”
“You know how to get this to stop,” Bucky sang as he mercilessly pinched up and down your sides.
“AHAHA! SCREHEW YOU BOHOHOTH!” You screamed. Once the words came from your mouth, even you knew they were a lie. This was almost refreshing, laughing like this. It was like those muscles that were only used for belly laughter like this were cogging and working for the first time in forever.
It was part of the reason why you hadn’t given the boys what they wanted. If you really wanted it to stop, all you’d have to do was admit the one singular fact whether you believed it or not. You needed this, and of course, the two men holding you down and tickling you senseless seemed to catch on.
“Wow, Steve, did you hear that?” Bucky asked his friend over the sound of your endless cackling.
“I sure did, Buck.”
“You think I should do it?”
“DOHOHO WHAT?” You interrupted. Steve tweaked your upper ribs a few times in retaliation.
“Shh! We’re trying to talk here!” He hissed playfully, trying his hardest not to smile at your giggly scream to keep the act going. “I think you should,” Steve directed his attention back to Bucky.
Bucky stopped tickling you, which prompted Steve to cease too, letting you have a moment of reprieve. You sucked in gasps of air, a ticklish smile on your face.
“See? There’s that smile I love and missed so much,” Bucky cooed, reaching up to swipe his thumb across your cheek. You rolled your eyes, but neither of the men missed how the smile didn’t waver. “So, can you please just admit that you’re adorable? For me?”
You groaned, giving one last hard tug on your arms. “I don’t deal in ultimatums, Buck. If you’re gonna do it, just do it.”
Bucky grinned smugly, peering up at Steve with that same look on his face. Then, he shrugged, pushing your shirt up to your ribs, but careful not to show anymore skin than you’d want him to. “Hold on tight, Rogers. They’re gonna lose their mind!”
Steve did as told, gripping at your forearms and pinning them to his chest above your head. You eyed your boyfriend with caution as he shifted to lay across your legs, face in line with your belly.
It was then and there that you knew what he was going to do. “Oho no… n-nuh-no, Bucky, dohon’t.”
If even you could hear the way you sounded a little excited, then you were sure the boys could, too. He placed a short kiss right next to your navel, causing your stomach to tense up in anticipation.
“You said I could do it!” Bucky taunted, fluttering his fingers at the waistline of your jeans with a featherlight touch.
Giggling hard, you bit your lip. “I-hi didn’t know yohou were going to do thihis! I take it bahack!”
“Mm-mm, no. No take backs unless you say you’re beautiful.”
“You suck!” You shouted, bucking your hips to get his tickling fingers to stop. “Steve, help me out here!”
Steve chortled and ducked his head to meet your gaze. “You really think I’m going to help you out of this? When I’m actively holding you down?”
“Please?” You batted your eyelashes at him, sporting the tiniest of pouts.
“No,” He replied flatly. “Bucky, you may proceed.”
“WAIT-AHAHA!” You exploded into laughter once Bucky’s lips blew a raspberry onto the side of your stomach right next to your navel. “DOHOHON’T!”
You tried your hardest to twist from underneath him, thrashing around wildly as the vibrating ticklish sensation just wouldn’t stop. Raspberry after raspberry, Bucky was methodical—choosing just the right spots to make you want to crawl out of your skin.
“NONONOHOHO! OKAHAY! MEHERCY, MERCY, MERCYHYHY!” You screeched, jolting one final time before falling limp. Bucky lifted himself up and Steve let go of your arms and you instantly scrambled to pull your shirt down.
Sitting up fully to release your legs, Bucky stared at you with endearment, having missed that beautiful and vibrant laugh of yours. “Well?”
You scoffed in response to that, moving to position yourself the way you were before the soldiers’ completely unwarranted attack. “Fihine, you win. I look good with braces. There, are ya happy, now?”
Bucky’s smiled faltered a little as he reached for your hand. “Doll, I don’t know what I can do to make you believe me, but trust me when I say that you look beautiful with them. You look beautiful without them. Straight teeth, crooked teeth, hell, you could have no teeth for all I care, and you’d still be the prettiest person in the world to me.”
Bucky’s words struck deep into your chest; his tone of voice, the way his eyes began to water, the way he held your hand. There wasn’t a hint of a lie anywhere to be seen. You took in a deep breath, lip quivering, and surged forward to hug him.
“Thank you, Buck,” You whispered into his neck. His arms wrapped around you tight, pressing all his love into you in hopes that you could feel it. And you could. You felt it deep in your core, how much Bucky loved you.
“I am still third-wheeling, but I think you look great, too,” Steve interrupted the intimate moment. You felt Bucky’s laugh rumble through his chest as you sighed in fake exasperation.
“Again, no one asked,” You teased him, letting go of Bucky to glare at him from over your shoulder. Steve sucked on his teeth and looked past you and over to Bucky.
“Can I?” He asked. Bucky raised his hands in the air, shrugging in compliance.
“Go for it.”
In a second flat, Steve latched on to your ribcage, pinching harshly in retaliation for your comment. “I have been nothing but nice to you all day and that’s how you want to treat me?”
“WAHAH! NOHO! OHOKAY, I’M SORRYHY!” You squirmed and arched away, leaning into Bucky, who decided to join in on the fray by lightly scratching at your belly again.
“Steve’s gotta point. You kinda deserve this.”
“Guhuhuys!” You whined through your giggles. They both begrudgingly halted, letting you regain your breath again.
“Gohod…” You covered your face in flustered embarrassment. “You’re the wohorst.”
“You know, I think a thank you would satisfy me,” Steve said while poking at your side. You growled through a giggle and slapped his hand away.
“Thank you, Steve,” You mumbled monotonously. It seemed to pacify the Captain for the time being, by the way he grinned and settled back into the corner of the couch.
You chuckled at his reaction, then leaned into Bucky’s side, a happy sigh escaping your lips.
“I love your smile,” Bucky voiced prior to kissing your temple. Your grin widened and your cheeks prickled with heat. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” You whispered back, a unwilling grin on your face.
Because if Bucky could love you this way, then maybe you could, too. It’d only be a few more months anyway.
You could do this.
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Shenanigans
(originally posted April 20th 2019)
~A/N - This was meant to be my squealing santa gift for rosegold-cuddles BUT I got locked out of my old account. Sorry.
Anyways, the prompt was: Steve, Tony and Bucky together with Bucky as a ler, Steve a switch and tony a lee.
Enoy! ~
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Two pairs of pounding footsteps approached the couch where Tony Stark lay sleeping, quickly followed by a thud as a certain captain was tackled to the ground. Giggles filled the air as Bucky straddled the war hero, and proceeded to conduct a thorough, hands-on examination of Steve’s ribs and tummy.
“NOHOHO BUHUHUCK PLEHEHEASE!” He managed to squeal out as the winter soldier drew a breath, and raspberried it into Steve’s bellybutton.
Tony rubbed his eyes, opening his mouth to begin complaining about the noise, when he realised what he two were doing. A light blush rose to his cheeks as he watched Steve beg under Bucky’s careful fingertips, a fate he wouldn’t exactly oppose being subjected to (though he would never admit it).
Bucky, who had been grinning at Steve’s humongous smile during the predicament, noticed the attention the pair were receiving, and gave Tony a wink. Steve twisted and squirmed beneath his friend, feebly fighting against the two hands running up and down his sides, before taking in a deep breath of air as the tickling subsided.
“What’s with the red face, huh Tony?” The winter soldier smirked, while Steve recovered, muttering something about Bucky’s arm being an unfair advantage.
The billionaire stumbled over his words, responded much too quickly with “Nothing!”, before composing himself.
“You two woke me up with your… uh… shenanigans…”
Steve, who by this point had gotten his breath back, grinned up at him.
“I think someone’s in need of an attitude adjustment, eh Buck?”
“Couldn’t agree more.” Bucky smirked, grabbing Tony before he had a chance to escape.
“No no no no come on guys I-”
“You what? Huh? You… ’re way too ticklish?” The winter soldier teased, wriggling his fingers in the air above the helpless man.
Tony stuttered, giving a few nervous laughs.
“Or were you waiting for this to happen huh? Itching for some tickles Stark?” Steve brushed his hand against the genius’s neck, drawing out a yelp.
At this point, Tony’s face was a deep crimson, and he couldn’t bear to look at either man in the eyes. He slammed his eyelids shut, awaiting the fate he was doomed to endure for as long as the tormentors desired.
Then the fingers hit.
Tony let out a shriek, then broke down into giggles as Steve attacked his ribs, while Bucky repeatedly squeezed the spot just above his kneecaps, before sprawling his fingers over them.
The normally suave, composed philanthropist, was now squirming and begging at the mercy of two of his closest friends. His entire nervous system was overloaded, he couldn’t think straight, never mind form coherent words. All he could do was scrunch his face up and laugh hysterically, and that’s what he did.
“Really? This is what it takes to take down Earth’s greatest defender?” Steve chuckled as he drilled his thumbs into Tony’s armpits.
After a yelp, Tony managed to giggle out a “Shuhuut up Rogers!”, before descending into mirthful madness.
What felt like both forever and a split second passed, before the two torturers receded their fingers and allowed Tony some breathing room.
“You guys *pant*… such jerks…” He forced his mouth into a hybrid of frowning and pouting.
Steve and Bucky looked at each other, before simultaneously giving Tony a shit-eating grin.
“You need to laugh more Tone.” Steve patted the man on the back, chuckling when the billionaire flinched away.
Once the pair had left the room, Tony relaxed. Allowing his smile to reflect his enjoyment of the events which had just taken place. The tickling had been absolutely torturous, and on one hand Tony couldn’t stand even the thought of going through that again.
But on the other, he had loved every second.
#crow's tickle fic#lmao so weird to think i would have been 16 when i posted this fic#and im 21 now#crAzy
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Hi! You are amazing!
Can you write Steve x reader where he’s training you? You’re doing well until he accidentally tickles you. He teases you by trapping and tickling you, saying you’ll need to find your way out of this compromising position?
Hii! Thanks, i am really really sorry for how long it took for me to write it🤍
Btw i liked a lot this idea🤍
Steve(ler)×reader(lee)
Since you were almost adopted by the avenger one person in particular took you under your wing, Steve Rogers, and since then he started to train you.
One day you were training the tecnique so your punchs would be more efficient you were with your fists clenched in a defensive position so your forearms were almost in front of your face "that's it stay like this let me adjust it" he say by your side and you obey of course, he moved a bit your arm, put your shoulders back but then he went adjusting your hips that were out of place when you felt his hands in your hip bone you couldn't help but flinch a bit, steve thought he had hurted you so he get's a bit concerned "i am sorry, did i hurt you y/n?" You tried to play like it was nothing but of course you were blushing and with a smile so you needed to admit "oh, i am ok it just tickled a bit" ok this was harder then you though and made you blush even more, steve smiled in a pleasent but also cheeky and playfull way "i didn't know you were ticklish but...good to know" he kept that information on his mind. After this little lesson he invited you to do a little spare to end up the training, eventually he went a bit too fast and you fell on your back and he sat on your thighs as he had an idea "surprise train get out of this position" and then he used that information and tickled your sides, you squeak in surprised and a loud laugh came out as you squirmed "STEVEEEEE" you said in loud laughter, as an answer he spudered his hands up to your armpits and tickled there merciless "c'mon y/n you can do this, you can get out of this" you blushed deeply and screamed in ticklish agony as he kept attacking all over your upper body... your tummy, armpits, ribs, hips, neck, ears it was all a white sheet that he could color, not a long after you tapped on the floor in a sign of defeat "good to know you are ticklish...you know this info doesn't end here"
#marvel tickle#sfw tickling community#tickle fic#marvel tickle fic#steve rogers#captain america#steve x reader
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